As black as the starless night sky,
As green as the jade of times gone by,
As purple the rare roses I seek for you,
And orange like the vibrant sun that dries the morning dew.
As pink as that of the lilypads of a stream,
As yellow as the dandelion gardens of my dream,
Though grey as the rainy evening clouds when you're away,
And red as the flushes on my face whenever you stay.
White a shade of the clearest of a heart,
The silver shine on the hope to never part,
The calmness of the blue sea my conscience lay,
Because you're the rainbow of my everyday.
To her.
From me.
14th April 2011
As green as the jade of times gone by,
As purple the rare roses I seek for you,
And orange like the vibrant sun that dries the morning dew.
As pink as that of the lilypads of a stream,
As yellow as the dandelion gardens of my dream,
Though grey as the rainy evening clouds when you're away,
And red as the flushes on my face whenever you stay.
White a shade of the clearest of a heart,
The silver shine on the hope to never part,
The calmness of the blue sea my conscience lay,
Because you're the rainbow of my everyday.
To her.
From me.
14th April 2011


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