You are the colour
Of my favourite shirt
I wear when I am happy
You are the colour
Of the walls and the ceiling
I stare at all day
You are the colour
Of my laughter
Without you there is no joy
You are the colour
Of the grass growing
In a crack on the sidewalk
You are the colour
Of the train I catch
To return home on Friday night
You are the colour
Of my spark
Without you there is no motivation
You are the colour
Of the drizzle
On a cool Sunday morning
You are the colour
Of the plate
In which I have my breakfast
You are the colour
Of my world
Without you it’s all black and white
How To Say I Love You Without Saying I Love You #40

This poem speaks my language. Bravo
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🙏 thanks
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This is so sweet, Frank. I love this poem.
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Thanks, Hazel!
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It’s my pleasure, Frank. Happy Sunday!
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I see you, in everything that pleases me. What a beautiful sentiment.
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Beautifully put, Frank…
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