Immortal, undying, deep purple red, you are perfect
Yet, you say you are black and white?
When I look into your eyes
I feel like I'm leaning out the window
Of acountry train
With sea-scented breezes
Caressing my skin and the evening sun, staring deeply back into the very pools
Of my eyes, in mysterious acknowledgement, like some unspoken primal, promise.
Immortal, undying, deep purple red, you are perfect.