You say the world is black and white,
an equilibrium of perfect and melancholy
where every shade is a variant of another,
and you can’t choose more than what you’re given.
Yet I see every shade of color in you.
I wish you could see the prisms you reflect into me,
you are the most beautiful array of harmonies and schemes
every color in you melds perfectly into a masterpiece.
I love all the colors of you.
If the world is only black and white to you,
than you are my grey that is the eye of the storm.