unrequited colors

My hand trembles, picking up the light brush Staring at full bottles of paint And the canvas left empty, untouched No splotch of paint could be seen Should I paint what I imagine we could be Two colors that blend so beautifully Would that really change everything Or make us see more transparently Alas these unrequited colors Pervade the portrait's center Without ever blending together From monochromatic seas of color With every curve, every line No intersection, nor intertwine Perhaps there'll come a time when colors requite Still, there's a line drawn between two One drips slowly but couldn't seep through Dry was the other, unmoving till the canvas was filled With something other than dust Ever slightly, the two colors met Moving so pensive the paint was set Did they blend past the line, overlap it too Was it worth the losing the two Alas these unrequited colors Pervade the portrait's center Without ever blending together From monochromatic seas of color With every curve, every line No intersection, nor intertwine Perhaps there'll come a time when colors requite Perhaps there'll come a time when colors requite