These tender hearts, so brave and wild

Searching for love, not something mild

Beyond reality, the conventional and crafted

You may say it’s insanity,

but my dear, it’s you who painted the blank canvass

with the colours of your soul that you don’t even see

They’re surely not bright, nor black or white

But hues of pink and blue

Soaked in a tinge of passion and darkness

Like a soft sunset

On a late summer’s night