You say the world is black and white,

an equilibrium of perfect and melancholy

where every shade is a variant of another,

and you can’t choose more than what you’re given.

Yet I see every shade of color in you.

I wish you could see the prisms you reflect into me,

you are the most beautiful array of harmonies and schemes

every color in you melds perfectly into a masterpiece.

I love all the colors of you.

If the world is only black and white to you,

than you are my grey that is the eye of the storm.