Is there a point in rhyming?
I think it's more about the timing,
And more about what I say,
I want to stop seeing in grey.

Come and help me see colours,
Come we can be like lovers,
Although we don't have to make love,
I know you hate the image you get above.

I want you to come and help me,
Feel the happiness, the laughter and to the degree,
where I forget everything exists,
and I can kiss you everywhere, even on the wrists.