Colours of My Sweetheart


We met under the graceful blue,
We kissed goodnight below ambient oranges,
A constellation of smiles beneath lilac skies,
We laid digressing on playful greens,
A bed of daisies for the blessed,
You played played with my hazy yellow hair,
A gift of roses, a basket of pink delight,
These are the colours of my sweetheart.

Our mother wept as we stood cloaked in Ivory,
A celebration of our union coated in floral and diamond,
A dish of new moons drizzled in honey.

Time passes with memories discussed over burgundy mulled wine,
Jumping in heaps of autumn and brass crips leaves,
Laughing in the warm glow of spookily carved pumpkins,
A blanket of a billion white crystals, secluding our little world.
Wooden mittens roasting your bare blue hands,
A bundle of fleece cuddles before the amber flames,
Roasting frosted toes beside the fire.
Blizzard mornings toasted by piping coffees.
These are the colours of my sweetheart.

Silvery grey of your hair thickening,
Bright smiles leaving marks upon your face,
Spending lazy Sunday's under the duvet, growing old.

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