Colour Me Softly

Hazel is all I see,
Black is all I can touch,
Your lips I wanna feel,
And for this how much?

Blue is what you wear,
Red is how much you care,
Violet is what you hold.
And so the value of your soul?

How do you do?
Brush and paints used.
A gray scale canvas
And from it colours grew...

If 7 could be derived,
From one end to the other,
Not just with 1,
When what you need is 2.




Copyright © 2007.
Written by Emmanuel Joseph Victor (2007).
All Rights Reserved.