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As time goes on and days turn to weeks,
There's a canvas forming with colorful streaks.
Streaks of vibrant red, orange and blue
Brought about by my time with you.
This canvas is bold, and large to ingest;
A life-changing journey, commitment and quest.
Our time has been beautiful, romantic and sweet.
It adds to the painting that's not yet complete.
As sweet as it is, as special to behold,
I want it to grow and grow 'til we're old.
To not end early in sorrow or pain;
To add memories and love again and again.
Although neither of us Rembrandts may be,
The time we share is apparent to me
That it's painting a beautiful canvas above.
We each are brushes and the paint is our love.
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