The dirt was purple and the sky was red. 

The hills were yellow and mossy. 

Our wooden gate was brilliant orange to match the crimson sky.

Cows were pink, cats were green, bees were blue like trees. 

The ink on the page was stark white and the page was black as the gecko.

The house and the boat, made of lavender birch, were both barren and desolate.

The shrimp in the water were dark and stormy, but the ocean was pink like your cheeks. 

The roses were copper and your eyes were gray.

We sat on the golden ground near the ocean bank.

It was a day like any other, 

But oh, my dear lover,

You are not any other.