Colored passionate
Was it the color of her kiss?
The sting of the eyes who would bring me
such dark bliss for eternity?
No light shined on the hope for a better day,
The day after she stole color from my world.
The whimsical madness of our love was corrupt now.
How to hold on when letting go is impossible?
Strength rose up, beyond hope, beyond imagination
of what dreams we'd painted for our lives together.
A seemless fold encloses her heart around mine again.
We are willed. We are strong. We are vibrant once again
Even a year to the day after she stole the color from my world,
We are what we were always meant to be. Colored passionate.
My mind still wanders in the darkness that she shone on that day.
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