Silver, the color of my love for you.
Not red, not fiery, not bloody as you often see.
I may never quite reach that realm,
I may never be capable of red.
It is two faced and indecisive, not quite there or here!
Lifeless, as most of our conversations are,
Waiting for you to say the word,
Waiting for you to make me yours.
Silver, the color I see
It haunts me everywhere I go, it’s there,
Silver, the flow of the tides, fluid.
Silver, the color of my essence, the core,
It prospers and flourishes, it’s quite and it ebbs
It’s wealthy and glamorous, loud and boastful!
It is dignified and self-controlled, patient and determined!
It is balanced, somewhere between black and white.
Somewhere between night and dark
Just where it needs to be, with you.
Silver, it will remain graceful, and we will age in this love,
We will remain blissful!