"The Colors of Love: A Reflection of Beautiful Souls"

Here I stand in front of the mirror, two of me,

One inside, one outside, trying to see.

The world seems crazy, spinning out of control,

But memories of love and laughter, they console.

We were young and carefree, lost in the moment,

Laughing, loving, and living with no need for atonement.

On the Ferris Wheel we'd ride, and walk on sawdust roads,

Summertime in America, as our stories unfold.

Forever seemed forever, with cotton candy on our hands,

On the Fourth of July, our love stretched out like endless sands.

Your beauty, your heart, all held close to mine,

Smooth as molasses, and sweet as summer wine.

Your dark skin, my pale complexion,

But love saw beyond the color, with no objection.

We knew each other's smile, heard each other's words,

Our love was a story, flying high like the birds.

Now I stand here, with lines upon my face,

But our love still shines bright, with no disgrace.

In the mirror, I see you, and you see me,

A Beautiful Soul, the only color that will ever be.