Inventing a Color

 

Next thing I know you’ll surprise me again.

Just when I think I’ve no cause to think twice

You’ll be armed with the finest fountain pen

Copying Gatsby on a grain of rice –

Anything to win my smile, you say.

Is it any wonder, this pious gaze?

With you grinning back now all fears allay.

I feel myself called forth to better days.

How many more wonders can you create?

How many times before I start to bawl?

Your beauty overwhelms me in this state,

And it’s all right – you’ll catch me if I fall.

Inventing a color is no small feat

Yet here in my heart it’s one you complete.

 

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