How Deep the Colour When Painted With Love?

How deep the colour when painted with love? That changes as beats of ache do paint it so, Rain bowed by emotions so strange in depth, Drowning in swirls that change in never ending hues, Light to dark, as night to day, Bright the colours do swipe and sway, Blending as one when the kiss is felt, Mingling as oceans, as ice then melts, Tears tread and splash in splutters of pure blue, Touch traces in radiated lusts that burst into crimson tides, Echoes of shadowed need silent now as the pink does hunger, Rapid reds spangled upon the pillows of a heartbeat, The heart ever changing in all it feels A myriad in the colours of emotion.