They call me insane for painting you

'N' colourin' you with shades so blue

Devoid of any black or white or gray

And filled with blue hues all the way

A stroke of ragin' ocean in your eyes

Your dress is blessed by blue of skies

I colour crashing waves in your hair

Just like tides swept high by wild air

Then you seem drowning in the seas

Still your demure frame is so at ease

They keep asking me about a reason

Why do I paint blue in every season!

They show that blue in palette faints

But they don't know, you stole my...

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