Rosses are red,
Violet has rotten,
But still, Mon amour,
You're still not forgotten.
By the times that I'm grey,
You are blue,
Making me feel a slight of happiness,
For you are you!
By the time it's raining,
You are yellow- orange,
Giving me the slightest courage,
Any one couldn't give.
By the times that my heart became sudden as black,
You are my red,
That gave me the happiness,
Every one didn't gave.
By the times my canvas, your throne,
You are the colors,
You are the masterpiece.
You are my Queen,
But Mon amour, Mon cheri,
I thought I deserve you,
More than you deserve me,
Right here, right now,
Where are you my glee?
All I know is that I'm not lost,
You are, that I love most,
At this moment, I'm busy decorating,
A thin sheet of paper that has eaten by my emotions like termites,
And my canvas, your throne, became plain white.