When looking at the sky one day
I saw a perfect painting
After looking at it for some time
You began to flood my mind
What was in the sky that day
That caused me to think of you?
The answer is simple
The answer is plain
I see a painting in you
Oh, but not just any painting
The painting I saw, was created by God
For each brush stroke was taken with care
So what kind of painting do I see?
Now we’re getting somewhere
For the painting that I see in you
Is a perfect painting too