When I first met you
I went red
With crimson passion,
Yet, as
I sped
Through golden fields,
White river beds,
Sapphire peaks
And wooden sheds,
I saw you close
Your eyes
And said:
‘Pray, look around!
Don’t close them
Yet!’
But then you spoke
as your heart bled:
‘I’m colour blind.
To me, you’re dead.’
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