Colourful Beauty

I could describe you with colours
So I look to your pout, a rose patch,
You blushed when our grey eyes met,
Then a smile that reminds me of glee

Now your pretty face reminds me of the sun,
When she rise from the back of many hills
Dragging her gold blanket before farms
So if you would let me paint this muse
I would imagine sunrise over wheat fields
And fast approaching evening when birds fly home