The first thing I noticed, were that her eyes were
Blue
We ran through wet, knee high grass, which left our feet
Green
We made love in creaky old shack with leaky roof that was colored
Brown
As we left, billowing clouds parted, and I picked her a Daffodil shaded
Yellow
After spending sixty years together, the flame burned bright…hair long ago
White
Then, I died, our multi-hued world, our private colored haven from erasure fell
Black
Yet, as one rainstorm so must pass, it gives rise to still another magnificent, arching
Rainbow
And I await, blue eyes and green feet in brown shack, yellow Daffodil and hair tinged
Red
Black
Imperceptible on the joyous and distant horizon of youth, with yearning, kissable lips, parted
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