The Colors of Her

Alice, just her name has its own color, its own brightness. Everything about her was bright, was. As sadness began to take over her small world, her brightness began to fade. I loved Alice Morgan, I loved her with all my heart, I loved her happiness, I loved her brightness, I still do. Even with her brightness gone I still love her, I always will. Till the end of time, till my vision turns black and white, till all the colors of Alice are gone forever.