I want to reflect the prism of your infinite spectra
Like the brilliance of diamond of hope you represent
The violet of sweet dawn of your lovely intelligence
The blue of the vast sky of your truly happy insight
The green of the natural joy you create by your life
The yellow of the sun which you make shine every day
The orange of the fruit of your great irresistible beauty
And the red of the passion you produce in normal men
Even as I ponder the variety of emotion I still feel
When we converse on intimate phones across distances
Separating us from each other while I compose verses
By which I try to win your devotion despite hopeless
Reality we will never be lovers on this fickle planet.
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