"Paint it Red"

If you can understand the symbolism in this poem, I'm impressed.


"What am I to do with this room, sir?" asked the painter.
"Paint it red," said I.

Paint it red to mask the mistakes,
Paint it red to disguise the breaks,
Paint it red to hide the scars.

"And what of the deformity, Sir?"
"Cover it," I said.

Cover it with coats of green,
Cover it with layers of masks,
Cover it with dozens of family pictures.

"But Sir, what of the door?"

Cover it, and paint over it,
For there is no escape from this room,
This room, that has been painted red.

if you know me, you know who this is about.

when I look into your eyes,
I see a depth I can always lose myself in,
a beauty so pure and innocent,
I cannot help but to fall harder and harder.