Pink is the colour of femininity,
of love and of the roses you gave to me yesterday.
Pink is the colour of my cheeks when you are in close vicinity,
of ice cream, milkshakes
and of every single word you say.
Pink is powerful, brave and kind.
Pink melts in your lips as you sing
as I let your fingers become entwined
with mine. The colour of the jewel on the promise ring.
Blue is the colour of masculinity,
Of blue waves crashing on a beach somewhere.
It is the colour of your upmost divinity,
beauty and strength
and the colour of your breath as it dances through the air.
Blue is the colour of your eyes
and their intricate details.
Blue is the colour of midsummer skies
where we told each other our life's tales.
Purple is the blend, of both and neither,
of one or the other.
Of a strong believer,
of lightning and thunder.
Purple is the colour that melts into something beautiful,
something dark and something light.
Something too unsuitable
yet so right.
Purple is us, of you and me
under a purple sunset.
I stroke your head stone and wish
that soon we will both be buried under a blend of colour.