When the sun sets, you will ask me if it's beautiful, for your eyes see less saturated colours, and I did swear to myself that I would forever describe the incessant hues and shades to you with love, so long there is sun.

    The features on your visage and the butterflies you always leave flying in my belly prepossess me more than colours do, for I could see you whole in black and white then my eyes would still be in awe, my heart would flutter more.