I remember still
When you met me first
With Colors of youth
On your mind.
Still do I remember
When you said, in love
Only colors count
The rest is just tangle.
One day suddenly
You let go of my hand
And set on an eternal journey
Now around me all play
Colors in colorful moods
But I escape their looks
To hide my discolored soul
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Beautiful train of thoughts, well articulated and nicely encapsulated into a love poem. A lovely piece of poetry subtly penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.