If I become blind one day
And can no longer see your face
Amongst the derelict sea of features
Yet you still ask for me to remember
If only to describe with each passing day
In full color what it felt was to love
Even if color are the grains
Of sand that slipped past my palm
And into the darkness that swallows
I would still utter, love
Without doubt that you were
The greens that grows beneath the soil of
My heart , the blue that quenches
The red in my blood and
The bright yellow that shines above the sky
And in the field of black and white
*You are the screaming color