Colours were her eyes;
bright, charming and beautiful.
Colours of the sky with the glint of the sun,
colours filled with love and promises.
Colour was the bond we shared,
strong, attractive and musical.
Colours with strong affection
and unending trust.
Colour was our mind,
beautiful, with flower garden and butterflies.
Colours were our thoughts, desires and want,
bright, burning and alive with fireflies.
Colour was our love and our journey,
colours with dark and bright shades.
Colour was the sun that brought us close; blinding and shining
and colour was the night that ended us; black and void.
Colour was our everything,
from the moment we met
till the day we left.
Colours of smiles and tears.
Colours are our memories
our promises and every single wish we ever made;
colours like onions and colours like mural paintings.
Colours are what I will be after your departure;
rainbow; bright and shining...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.