Colors of him
Red is color we often associate with love.
Why? I randomly asked myself
Maybe because it is the color of the heart,
the symbol of love,
the one that pumps up the red liquid to keep us alive,
so maybe it is a way of saying this color that gives us life equates to love.
That is the answer I came up with to convince myself,
but after I met him I realized that love comes in many colors.
I am no artist,
I was never good with art and so was he,
but he painted my world differently.
Brown,
a color I do not often reach out to in a box of crayons,
a color that has become my favorite after his eyes met mine
It isn’t an unusual eye color, but it fit perfectly on his face
His beautiful deep brown eyes that sucked me into a wonderful world of our own every time I look at it.
He is yellow, like the sun that gave light to the world to show me its beauty.
Being with him made me feel blue,
not the sad or lonely feeling the color has metaphorically,
but blue,
as free as the ocean and the sky,
without any limits, endless and no boundaries.
Black,
because even in darkness where my eyes couldn’t see,
I wasn’t scared because he made me feel safe,
he made me feel loved.
White,
aside from peace and serenity,
he gave me white like a blank canvas to help me see the beauty of my own colors
There are still so many colors of him I have yet seen,
and with my own colors we will keep on painting our story,
And keep on looking for the colors of love