Color Wheel

I watched the days pass uniformly, Nothing special or exciting. The monotone bleakness expresses A lack of things enticing. While some people caused dull interest None were especially noted, no, Like you were when you smiled And my color spectrum exploded. The rosy pink and emerald green That colored your lips and eyes Were as striking as the beauty created By every bright sunrise, Which could only be compared To the brilliantly-spun gold That is your hair Each and every time the sun grows old. The feeling that filled me As I memorized your colors Could never have prepared me For being memorized by others. This bright sensation overwhelms me, As my cheeks turn glowing red, When you tell me that you love me And rest your chin upon my head. I lean against you, shining yellow, And I understand how it feels To have felt each emotion On the color wheel.