Bright beautiful colors.
Can't you see?
They are everywhere.
They are people.
Some are devine angels masked in gold.
Others plain and simple like a rose..
But you.
Oh you.
You're not a color.
For, my eyes...
Can't begin to understand your beauty.
The way words float off you're toung.
Like the Melody of a million harps.
The way you seem to radiate..
This fascinating glow of love.
It's almost intoxicating.
Sometimes I try to see you're color.
I try so, so hard.
But all I see is and explosion.
Of every color.
Of no colors.
You don't fit the box.
Nor the color wheel.
The only way I can describe it..
Is through my words.
