I think of just how beautiful you are. Your soul shines forth as if it were a star. Inside and out, you are so very good. I’d love to paint you if I only could. But I don’t think that I could ever find a hue to match the passion of your mind - a brilliant red like cardinals in flight or like the setting sun of summer’s night. Nor could I paint the blue that you display in tranquilness with which you face each day. Your sunny ways of yellow’s many hues - how could I find the one that I might use? So many colors shine forth from your soul. Not one of them could ever show you whole. The soul of you, so beautiful to me - I know that it will gleam eternally. No, I could never paint your lovely glow, which in my life with you I’ve come to know. What color could I choose for love so true? If only I could paint the soul of you.