You saw our love in black and white
and I saw you in every color.
I saw darkness behind your eyes
and I saw hope in your smile –
I saw tenderness in the way you held me at night
and I believed you every time you said
I Love You.
It’s bittersweet, isn’t it?
To know you have been a stranger
but a stranger I know I loved
and will never stop loving
because I saw you in every color
and you were a damn beautiful painting.