Three basic colors swirl beneath this brush
and mix. Confusing yellow, blue, and red
the artist paints a heart in Cupid's hand.

The God must shoot and arrow from his bow
and with perfect aim strike a single dead.
Secondary colors swirled beneath a brush

pick up your voice, your laugh, your smile as it glows
and from the music playing inside your head
the artist paints a heart inside your hand.

I want to hold you under a sky of snow,
in spring we'll plant gardens and flowerbeds,
their colors swirling like they're under a brush,

and me, I'm so in love with you that I'll show
how much in Valentines and watch it spead
while an artist paints a heart within my hand.

Can I go whereever you go?
Because it doesn't matter where I'm led
in colors swirled beneath this massive brush
as the artist paints a heart in both our hands.

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