God's Indian Paint
I want to love you through the grays, blacks, and white so we can make a colorful love that’s makes jealously loathe
You’re the most astonishing type of rose, charming like elegant flowers from the dirt
The rosy dusk from your cheeks as you blush gives me a rush that can’t be reached, on earth
With your green hinted blue bold golden eyes that make me dive deeper without a destination
Orange you glad we met?
I still remember your yellow blond hair up in a bun with a glow that just followed you wherever you would go
You made me feel something as soft as lilac
Different colors mixed together is this what God was thinking when he painted love?
p.s. what color would our love be…
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