I always saw colors in black and white,
and when I looked up the sky was dark grey.
The clouds were always present, day and night,
Frey was never there; Earth was in a fray.
I saw you when I looked across the yard,
you came to me and offered me your hand.
Our path was lit by rock with craters marred,
as we took a moonlit walk ‘cross the sand.
Now your hair is whipping in the strong wind,
your eyes tell me the truth and nothing else.
Your holy ways make me feel like I’ve sinned,
but even a sinner can hear the bells.
We met on that gorgeous midsummer’s eve,
And colors came back to me; I believe.
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