20 February 2013
The blue is for your eyes, Which look upon on my face, When I have turned away, The stare, the gaze, You seem to give so fondly,
Sand is the colour your hair, Which hangs so lightly, Over your face, But exposes the smile, Where my heart learned your name,
The cream is for your skin, Which lays so softly, Against mine, So warm and so vibrant, And glows in the darkest light,
Your heart has no colour, As perfection cannot be described, Or possessed by anyone But you, The beating says it all, no colour needed.
If You Were A Colour, You'd Be My Favourite. • Opuss № I