She paints a picture just for me
with colorful intensity
in hues that never fade away
and paints them all in shades of grey
She talks to me in black and white
and things are either wrong or right
She always knows just what to say
and says it all in shades of grey
I sometimes wonder what is real
and often don’t know how I feel
but when I start to drift away
she pulls me back with shades of grey
She never wears the color red
but opts for white or black instead
and when she feels she wants to play
she dresses up in shades of grey
She simply lives life day to day
doesn’t have a debt to pay
she won’t let love get in her way
just lives her life in shades of grey
I look at her, to my surprise
find beauty in her emerald eyes
She looks at me from far away
I fear she just sees shades of grey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoyed reading this tonight. Thanks for posting...