If I were a colour, I'd choose to be red, Running down his veins and kissing his Curves and corners and edges and vertices. If I were a colour, I'd choose to be pink, I'd be the loving heartbeats that beat synchronized and the love which is in the air. If I were a colour, I'd choose to be yellow, I'd be the sunflowers in the field smiling at the sun with sorrow. If I were a colour, I'd choose to be brown, I will be the colour if his eyes and the sparkle in them that never dies. The soil on which he would sit and cry and one fine day leave me with a dejected goodbye. If I were a colour, I'd choose to be black, embarrassing the moon and earth in my arms, I'd be the colour they see after the eyes are closed and the world is dark.