My lover's colours mesmerise
when fanned and hoisted high.
And in the grasp of purple hours,
I cannot help but sigh.

Vestiges of light divine
illuminate my love,
who stole the hue of royal blue
from the sky above.

His jaded gaze is manifold;
under its weight I blush.
Yet there is mischief in his eyes,
a hint that has me flushed.

His smile leaves me feather-light,
strutting to and fro'.
But his absense burns like ice
and paints me blue as indigo.

My lover's colours mesmerise,
an iridescent blessing.
But there's no heart upon his sleeve,
leaving me ever guessing.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Miraman, in the year 893 AF.