Paint my love ,
You should paint my love ,
It’s the picture of a thousand sunsets ,
It’s the freedom of a thousand doves ,
Baby you should paint my love .
I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.
There was no other creature
That saw what I could see--
I stood and watched the evening star
As long as it watched me.
Sara Teasdale
