When we're outdoors, He holds my hand, He walks on the side closest to the road, He protects me, Tells me he loves me. He's just the sweetest thing. When we're indoors, A canvas of blue, black and red. Blue, the hue of the vast ocean. Waves crash, storms erupt as day bids farewell. The deep blues of his eyes I could swim in before they turn, Red. The shade of the fire that ignites in his eyes and with a whisper of oxygen, spreads out. The colour of the rose he gifted me, painted on my skin. The colour I have seen before, Black. The ink he uses to write my tale. And suddenly we're outdoors again and the canvas returns to white.