Can you paint for me?

“Not with a brush and colours, but with your words.”

Can you paint that red glowing sun melting down in the vast blue ocean, as if it was molten gold rippling in the cool waters; sprinkled on the surface to create that gleam of red fire floating on top of waves. Waves that push it up as if trying to thrust it to one side for such ardent love is hard to bear. Yet the red colour, not ready to part, embraces those waves only to lose itself in the endlessness of sea.

Or can you draw with your words, the green meadows where bright red tulips bloom on a spring morning trying to smile on the travellers that go past by them? For nature doesn’t discriminate to reveal deepest of its beauties to anyone.

Tulips that gently move side to side as if dancing to the rhythm of the cuckoo that sings on the lone tree in the vast field of lush green grass. Grass that is tickled by the gentle breeze; air that once touched you has brought your scent with it to fill my heart with sweet memories.

Can you fill colours to my rainbow that I once saw through the window on a summer evening? A rainbow, bright with vivid colours to give my dreams your shades. So that, when we sleep, I dream what you dream. With our hearts entwined in such feelings where there is no love yet deep love; no desires but desires to never let go.

Can you paint me all these with the words that you whisper in my ears?