Pretty as a picture;

Thats how I wantd to remember her;

So, I sat down to paint her, in vain

For in no canvas, could she be contained.

I started with the crimson of her passion;

Spilled some teal for her tears;

Tangerine, for the burn of her anger;

A stroke of fuchsia for her madness;

Filled in some ivory for her placidity;

A dash of lime for her jealousy;

Shades of lavender, for her smell in my lungs;

Chocolate, for her taste in my mouth;

Violet, for her touch on my skin.

I painted her;my rainbow,my kaleidoscope;

My own psychedelic high.

Her colours so vivid;

Forever burned onto my mind.