Stepping into a new canvas,
Looking for the few colours.
Each seemed to be different,
Some friendly, some arrogant.

Was looking for several gubbins,
For I wanted to portray.
Perhaps, was there only one,
Who promised to stay.

With the blend of colours,
I started up to fill my canvas.
Hands flew with much ease,
For, I longed for masterpiece.

Yet many arts awaited me,
But I wished to drown in that sea.
The sea of our relation,
The sea of that masterpiece.