by Matt Thomas
Have you ever seen the blues of the ocean?
Or the yellows of the fall?
The greens so vibrant painting a hillside?
You haven't , not really
Not until she tells you she loves green in the middle of summer
Or red on a winters stroll
Because until you see, you never saw
She always had that kind of magic. If you asked me what my favorite color is
I'll describe to you the scenes it was in
How the blues painted her Halo whilst we stood next the ocean
Or how the yellows from the sun mixed with the greens from the trees highlighted her brown locks in a way you would swear she was a painting lost in a moment with me
Colors are different when you're around her. That's part of her magic