When I search for blue
Which blue should I use
Is my blue a violet
Or is my blue a blue
When I need a sunset
Of orange and yellow hues
To describe a moment
Making words a view
Today my red is velvet
Yesterday a rose
On lips red is passion
And without words they propose
The sky has expressions
Shades of grays and blues
Sometimes it shows its rainbow
A splinder of its colorful use
Green gives birth to many colours
Innumerable flowers and fruit
They smell and taste delicious
With sented petals and flavorful roots
Colours tell us something
Words can never supply
Colours measure sweetness
And colours measure life
In the winter is snow
Made of purest white
In the midnight hour
Black is the darkest night
When we want attention
We make our colours bright
To mirror images in our minds
And gives the readers sight
Exotic and erotic names
Doesn't fit my fancy
But there are those that tightly hold
Strong colours in their fantasies
When red is mauve and purple fuchsia
And whites confused with peril
Seems like colours were once all men
But now some colours are girls
In the days of old
A story told
Found it's way to paper
The spice of life
Or better strife
Neatly born on typewriters
The mysterious deeds and detectives pleas
And facts of sports are given
The small details as big as whales
Reviel the secrets that are hidden
The mind, the facts and a little time
Along with creative splinder
A reporter trying to find the angle
That will make a story bigger
The ancient keys
Of a dying machine
With ribbon and metal letters
A story told on pages that fold
With pictures and adds from sellers
A magnificant machine
That made all words clean
Provided correct the speller
Along with letters
And puncuation as feathers
Communication was much better
A combination of high technology
With artistic values of high quality
A solimnity mixed with wise cracks
And facts
The writers best ability to discribe
A certian act
And the typewriter
With it's standard theme
Letters all perfect punctuation clean
February 14th
that special day
must i say i love you
in that special way?
nay
my witnesses undoubtedly declair
that there must be something there
such as the sun
who says i cast a shadow over you
and the moon who says
my love must be true
and each and every falling star
whom i've wished upon
my love where ever you are
the rose who's splinder
giveth it self to thee from me
and the chocolates in a
heart shaped box
saying "i do not love you little,
but a lot."
and February 14th
that special day
must i say i love you
in that special way?
"nay"
but 365 days of the year
you should hear
"I love you"
whispered in your ear
52 times, once for each week
my lips should touch you
on the cheek
7 days, seven days a week
i'm humbled and i am weak
24 hours of each and every day
my love is your love
not just holidays