The Color of Your Love

I wake up this morning and it is 6am, Wondering in my bed if I would see you again, I think of you and stare through my window pane, On the lookout to see if you are coming down the lane. I spend countless minutes and hours thinking of you, Wondering if the color of your love is blue, Blue like ice, blue not red, blue so cool, Perhaps it is a different color or I am just a fool. I sit in our favorite chair and stare at my bed, You are not here you are in yours instead, And I think again if the color of your love is red, Red like fire, red not blue, red blood red. When I hold your hands I feel that there is disturbance in between, Its funny because our hearts accelerate like a mean machine, Makes me wonder if the color of your love is green, Green like a forest or a mean green. I need you in my sight, I need you tonight, To remind me that the color of your love is also white, White like a dove, white for peace, white like the moonlight. Paint me with your love, Paint me a dove, Paint me a star, Paint me a car, Paint me the moon, Or just paint yourself in my room. E.O.S