I tried to write But all that came out were colors In the shades of our love And the hues that formed our history Saturated my mind so brightly That I saw it not as a poem But as more of a painting
The letters didn't form words so much As they formed a lovely mural Across the canvas of my heart Still locked away Only put on display for you And eyes that saw themselves as the key Freed from the loneliness of eternity
There was no punctuation Only fireworks that were still burning Weightless in the clarity of the heavens That found themselves to be All the illumination we need To rest comfortably in the spectrum of each other
How would you describe a color you'd never seen before but with your heart