Comparing love and art, also a bit of an mixture

I woke up this morning
Did my usual
Kissed him on the forehead
Wash face, brush teeth
Got a glass of orange juice, got my sketchbook, when out on the blacony, set at the table and waited for the sun to rise.
I thought as I started to sketch away...he is such a beautiful person, the way he smiles, laugh, open his heart and always have a fresh outlook on everyday life...its beautiful with how he can see the world, try to enjoy it without thinking of the sorrow, stress and pain that with so lives within each and every one of us...I think to myself with how fucked up I can be, how did I end up with someone who I  think can truly save me...still love me...still can see the light within, covered, still thick with soo many clouds and demons of darkness...where did this beautiful, seductive, kind, loyal, fun loving of unknown story of a man come from?, who is he really underneath that beautiful perfect painted picture? What really lies underneath his rainbow palette? So beautifully detail...no cracks, no faults...no black or grey in his portrait...its just him filled with every color beautifully intact, perfect texture, not too heavy not too light he's all just right. Here I am still wondering how do I fit his masterpiece, how do I fit into his work of art. I'm still drawing away and comparing love and art...two things most focused on in my life...comparing them its not a problem but painting them...love something soo surreal to me and art a piece of me that still trying to turn her black and white into that beautiful rainbow with never ending light.
Well here is comes the real start of my day...beautiful sunrise...red, orange, and yellow...even though this maybe off topic but I'm thinking today maybe he could be red and I'll be blue together we can make our own evening purple to set the sunset mood.