The sky has different hues
Red, purple, pink, and blue
When hues of those paint the sky
It was both of us, you and i

Red was the color of your soul,
bright and burning with passion.
Purple was the color of your hands,
hands worthy of a poet’s attention.

Pink was the color of your eyes,
able to see the beauty in all creation.
And blue was a color i gave to you,
a melancholy turned bright as yellow bloomed from it.

Yellow roses,
we walk on the bed of yellow roses.
Yellow roses,
they bloom as our feet touch the roses.

Hoping they never wilt,
yellow roses.
Hoping they will never wither,
yellow roses.

When you see the blue sky,
remember the bed of yellow roses.