Watercolour love

Like  ancient watercolours washed by  rain,
Our hearts had mingled,yet our separate selves  remained.
Two watercolour pictures without frames,
Became  one picture over time;
Yet two  of us still there.
Our colours blended naturally,
Till  shades and hues were shared.
I loved your colours intermixed with mine:
Together they became a new design.
A watercolour  image  touched and stroked by rain
I, too,  shall go, yet our  tender Watercolour Love  ever remains