Red fire in my heart,
As I race to an orange paradise,
In which I can lay on yellow sands,
Never to be filled with green envy,
Blue and mournful I can never become,
Onwards we can dream to an indigo, subtle life,
With violet flowers leaning towards your veil.

Losing myself in your warmth,
Overbearing but utterly wonderful,
Vibrant and colourful is our passion,
Endless, ageless as a formation of raindrop colours.