We’ve met because of green.
It was, like the color, a fresh new thing.
A small leaf, fragile but firm,
The promise of a flower on the right term.
And then came beautiful blue.
By then we began having a clue.
It was soothing yet not serene,
Like blueberry pie with a lot of cream.
After a short while we became red.
Our fire within burning like a single thread.
Containing our loves, hopes, dreams and fears,
And all the words on the pages and actors in premieres.
It didn’t take long for us to turn gold.
The sparkles of each heart subsiding the cold.
A gilt armour of confidence surrounding ourselves,
Like a giant dragon or a sword made by elves.
We may feel weird and restless.
Fearful and insane.
But what is broken can always be glued.
I’ll be around you, no matter what hue.
This is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever read, I love you my friends.