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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.
