"Those low hanging, gloomy clouds,

Skim over my head as they disappear

Beyound the twilight sun.

Nowhere to go,

Forgetting to see dreams of colour.

Ghosts leave their footprints

All around town.

In a romantic love poem,

I always thought that

Brilliant colours were essential,

And that's why love is a flower,

White flowers, Red flowers and Blue flowers.

Love that has become the morning dew,

Waiting to be found like pieces of paper,

Here, there, jut outside your front door.

What gives life to love is the sky.

Within that bottomless sky,

Our love breathes in new life.

If the light can't get to here,

Those eyes jut can't sparkle."

By Kumi