The colour of Trees

She said she liked the colour of trees,

I wondered if we saw the same hue.

She said she loved the smell of coffee

I wondered if I smelled things different.

She said she loved the sound of my voice,

but if my life depended on it, I couldn't sing.

She said I love you,

I wondered if we felt the same feeling.

She sat next to me as we gazed at the infinite stars

Does she see what I see?

When I give her a rose, does she see what I see?

Or does she react to a cold blue, with the warmth of a cozy red.

When I surprise her with my love,

Does she feel the mustard yellow warmth of my affection?

Or has she learned ti feel the harsh icy blue tones

as though they felt like love and perfection.

"How do you know if we see the same colours?

How do you know we feel feelings alike?"

"I don't. But I don't care.

So long as I can hold your hand and point out the things I like.