you say: WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES
I SEE POEMS INSTEAD OF LOVE
and I wonder how, how can you
distinguish that
and you say:
LOVE IS BLUE AND YOUR EYES
ARE DEFINITELY BROWN
*
and every breath is help me please
*
so I went to the attic
and took the watercolors
and painted my eyes blue
and went to you and said:
 look!!
         they're blue now!!
but you say:
LOVE HAS CHANGED COLOR
IT'S RED NOW
*
and every breath is help me please
*
I felt so disappointed
I wanted you to hold me
I started to cry again
the lovely blue was washed away
my eyes red from salt and pain
and you say:
THIS IS THE COLOR OF LOVE