Paint me a faint rainbow, if you know,
Mellow eyes descend for common ground.
Paint the spirit of gray, if you may,
Only silence fathoms a quiet crown.
Paint me a gentle breeze, if you please,
Nothing but tenderness roots me down.
Paint my colours of teal, if you will,
Still this heart scurries for shade in brown.
But,
Must,
Trust,
Just...
Just paint. Oh, naive roses of burgundy!
A frameless piece will always be found.