Colour of Love

I know the colour of love,
Undeniably the same as your eyes,
So transcendental and only from above,
Like the trails of Elysian butterflies,
It's neither red, white nor blue,
It's like the infernal Vatican height, 
It's like the softness of the morning dew;
It's like the reflection of the starlight,
Soak me up till am hued,
Paint me with thy colour of truth,
Let it bring out my beauty anew,
And I will sing a melodious tune..
A tune like that of the birds,
The ones that hums blissfully at thy gate,
Let thy colour illuminate my words, 
A life to my erstwhile boring state

I know the colour of love, 
It's like watching twilight from a mountain top,
Like in a breezy country side fall,
Those feelings like flying with the rain drop,
Let me soak myself in your paints,
Print all over me your colourful celestial scripts,
Like that used for Mona Lisa and the saints,
Brush me with the softness of your lips,
With a taste of your love and beauty,
Makes wantonly high like Irish rye
I will cherish your love like a duty
I am purified in your colourful dye,
Those translucent crimson of your cheeks,
Like the inner lining of a blazing flame,
Am so coloured to an ecstasy peak
All in me is the beauty of your name,

I know the colour of love, 
It's like a mixture of lily and rose;
It soars gleefully like a dove,
Your majesty, graciously like your pose,
O' the colour of your eyes,
It shine brighter than the sun,
Purer than a glacier ice,
It glows all night long,
A glow in the dark,
You mastered the night,
Your eyes sparkles than a spark,
Your love to me is a light;
A light that radiates from thy petals
Like a metallic lotus flower
So soothing like a young boy love letter
A muse for a painted lover,

(Poem: “Colour of Love” by Olorunleke Odubote)


(Picture courtesy - Olubunmi Victoria Adegboye)