Orange Is My Colour Of Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

There is a canal orange in colour
Where clay leaves its silt remains
That's how I feel about you too.

As though you've floated on through
And though you've coloured me
Those slits haven't stuck onto you.

So now Orange is my colour of love

But I'm just still a stick in the mud
Cleaning off my boots
Like they've been soiled by pollutes,

So now Orange is my colour of love
And I just wish to sail down a Grand Canal
Where clay leaves its silt remains.

That's how I feel about you
So now Orange is my colour of love
Won't you silt up my heart and love me too?