Just for you

Yes ... I painted,
I painted my eyes with sky blue,
lips with wine red,
and I painted my body with
breeze green; and buried, so deep in the riverbed.

and so,
my eyes won't reflect your sky,
my lips won’t portray your kisses,
and my body won’t host you anymore;

but
when the river dries up just like you,
each wound you engraved, shall start to bleed,
yes…I shall bleed
and each drop will 

sprout into a plum tree,

to blossom in white for the wind
to fruit in red for the birds
and to camouflage thorns around,
all around me... just for you..!