In pristine white, I existed, serene and pure,
Till fate conspired, our gazes did allure,
A hint of yellow, a tinge of the surreal,
I transformed, and transcended, an artist's ideal.
Becoming a pinkish canvas, your smile did evoke,
Turning to Barbie Pink, our passion awoke,
Under the moonlit sky, on that magical night,
I swathed in electric blue, your lips pressed against mine.
The town painted crimson, love's confession divine,
Our hearts intertwined, a love so complete, so fine,
Yet storm clouds loomed, mingling with somber gray,
In the second week of September, our first disarray.
Shades of blue cascaded, like a waterfall's song,
Each time you strayed, our trust seemed gone,
Envy wore a cloak, a shade of regal purple,
All I glimpsed was your shadow's dark circle.
My palette turned black, I lost my inner sight,
Emptied my eyes, enveloped in endless night,
Till I found the strength, regained my inner light,
Once more, I was pure, like a canvas in the daylight.
