Purple is the feel of your touch
Blue is the sound of your whisper
Yellow is our fingers intertwined
Green is your eyes locked on mine
Orange is the warmth of your hug
Red is the taste of your lips
But black is all i saw the day that you left

You are my muse to the song in my heart
The music in my head
The rhythm in my veins
You're the beat in my step
And the tune in my voice
But one day my songs will no longer be a sense of love
As you will leave and they will be your memory in the dust