It was a new environment and new acquaintances. The year was 1992.
Not anyone from my league thought I would hit it off with you.
You misjudged me once when you said I gave you the half smile.
I hope getting to know the real me didn’t take you a while.
We were totally the opposite. I was more jolly, you were more uptight.
But most of the time I was wrong; most of the time you were right.
While I kept getting lost, when my whole life went astray,
You never gave up on me all these years, always showed me the way.
You are so simple, but in your own way you’re really complex.
When things don’t sit well with you, I easily notice a reflex.
You don’t pretend to be anyone else, but damn you are so meticulous.
You are classy, you don’t settle. You care not to gain, you’d rather lose.
You have a discriminating taste, and oh my I passed your test.
How more proud could I be? I’m not just good. I’m your best. 🙂
My world was black and white and then you came.
You had a certain hue around you and I was weak not to notice.
You were the color in a mix of light and dark.
You were the gold that filled my mornings with sunshine that kissed my eyes.
You were the amber that made my dusk peaceful with the light that I sought.
With every day that passed you were the cyan air that I breathed and my heart spoke of you with passion like the scarlet stain on a clean white sheet.
You were as big as my world that was a replica of the world everyone else had come to know.
Things were fleeting; feelings were surreal; the shade kept changing– from orange to sienna to tan.
I tried to catch every wind of memory but I couldn’t grasp with such small hands.
I chased as it moved and vanished quickly on thin air.
I thought I have known you all my life but not in the real world.
I remember your face but I don’t know you.
I keep looking for you but you get drowned in the crowd.
Hard to figure out for you blend in well with the rest.
I close my eyes and wake up everyday and I see no color now.