Your Colors Poem by Henrik Berg

Simply put I'm torn,
For without you the world is a few colors short in its palette,
My life's a few heartbeats short of a whole.
But then again, no real harm, right?
Amongst millions of colors, billions of lives,
Who would ever notice, Who would ever miss?
In this day and age,
Who would notice, who would miss?

I for one,
Can't imagine the sun set without its crimson red,
Or moonlight, without silver, to fall on my bed.
If my blood isn't ruby, and my heart doesn't beat
Then I'll never experience your colors so sweet.
- But then
If you would have never caused me to fall,
I'd never had noticed those colors at all.

More to life here, than the 'Black and White'-way.
Amongst the colorful shades of the grey
We belong, but you say we both are to far
Away to be one, but wherever you are,
I can still feel
your colors.