Of Yellows, Greens, and Blues

The first encounter,

The seed of love had been planted

Nurtured and cared for,

It was a sprouting bud giving off the image of a vast green pasture

The once new and tender love,

Unfolded into blissful, scorching passion

An uncontrolled flame

Embracing every inch of you

Seasons will pass, a fading love will be all you have

Your heart will grow numb yet lukewarm, your last bastion

And you will find yours and your lover's promises, a bittersweet claim

When all is said and done, there's nothing more you can do