The Colour of Love

So, what more can I do for you? He was honest, he was clear, Yet the response felt distant, And I asked myself— "If it's love, I cannot force it. If it's wealth, I have a job. If it's life, it will surely end. Maybe you can't help at all. "For my soul is lost in echoes, My mind, a sky heavy with storms. My heart—shattered into puzzle pieces. Maybe I just needed love. "But love had built these ruins. A simple smile, bright with promise, Yet I was blind to its lesson— The colours of gold, silver, and coal. "How they all gleam in the right light, How one shade can strip me bare. It started with a question— How do you explain gold to the blind? "Perhaps love, too, is blind. I was yet to answer, yet already mistaken— Calling silver golden, Holding stainless steel to my chest, waiting for it to stop my heart." "I'm sorry, you need a therapist," The old man said. I was only thinking aloud— But in that moment, I found my answer.