His colours

Violet,
like a primrose growing in
the boulevard of your smile.
White,
When you turn the sky a canvas
and i draw you stars
Green,
The monsoon of our romance,
in the thick of May
Crimson,
the colour of solitude,
shared between you me and the sun
Purple,
The robe of my desire
you arouse me in now and then
Maroon,
When your words begin to sparkle
in the company of fireflies
Grey,
the weight of your thoughts
in the casket of your mind
Pink,
embossed on your palms,
the dreams you blossom every night
Yellow,
a cocktail of your pranks,
fruity marshmellows
Black,
the curtains that are drawn
before our ballet is performed
Blue,
the ocean of your existence,
i dip my toes in.