What color for a color is love than grey?
No more than a shadow of the past
Waving at our spirits living upon the sun’s ray
It is nothing more than chimney smoke outcast.
There is a bit of red I see in that flower
Blooming upon my grey, emotionless lea
And I hear your singing, pleading at this hour
Filling this blank, pumping organ of mine with glee.
A newborn lion never knew it could love
Never did I until so soon a time
But still, for you I cannot be a dove
I can only love you with my unworthy rhyme.
Longingly singing along with your distant voice
My heart is grey, yet my love for you was not my choice.