As I wonder through the shades of past,
The Grays seem to dissappear from my vision.
The livid Contours always take to my eyes.
I love them, I adore them.
I might have not faced the Black,
Lived in all the glorifying colors.
Just a few dulls and gray that i have seen yet,
I love them, I adore them.
All of them teach me a lesson,
Blue of life, White of peace.
The greedy Green or the viscious Muddy,
Yet I love them, Yet I adore them.
They made the chocolaty peaks of my journey,
The valleys they threw me into,
The flowers they grew,Thorns that pricked,
I still love them, I still adore them.
The gloomy Yellow,
The sunny Orange,
Lusty Silver or the wise Golden of currency,
Made me love them, Made me adore them.
And yet when i know,
I have grays to see.
And more gloomy days to face,
Allthemore I love them, Allthemore I adore them.
I love them as they show me life,
The varying Contours, It lets me face them.
They enrich me, Endorse my wisdom.
Yes I love them, yes I adore them.
And so again, Oh please! show me,
The Red of blood, The White of skin.
The death of life…
And I will love you, and I will adore you.