Through gray shadows, I follow your heart, an indecisive cerulean butterfly

Through gray shadows, I follow your heart, an indecisive cerulean butterfly, Searching for joyful meadows, showing me paths to unimaginable colors, "Hold me," you seem to whisper, "and we will find your loving destiny," I cling to your calls, still blind to color, yet hoping, Their symphony dissolves hopes through the depths of my mourning soul, Guiding my being into fields of flowers guarded by a vibrant rainbow. The colors taste of your affection that the voids of my heart have craved, At last, here I stand, at peace, under all these colors raining over me, Granting me their fluorescence, eradicating every spot of gray that gnawed at me, Allowing me to lose myself in your palette of dreams, where longing is born, Where every shade sings stories of love and deep yearning, Revealing truths that only silence could paint clearly. The shadows of the past melt away under the touch of long-awaited light, I, a traveler through the labyrinth of destiny, find solace in your wings, Flying toward horizons where our souls dance in harmony, In an eternal waltz of dreams and colors, finding each other beyond time, Embraced by the rainbow that promised we would never know gray again, In a universe where your love paints the sky in tones of infinity.