You are my color

I paused beneath a silver sky,
The mirror cast a stranger’s eye.
Among the hues I tried to blend,
My light grew faint, my soul to mend.
But then you spoke, a gentle flame,
A whispered truth that called my name.
“You shine without a single change,
In every flaw, your beauty stays.”
You are my color, rare and true,
A palette brushed in shades of you.
When shadows blurred my path and pace,
You lit the dark with quiet grace.
You are my color, bright and bold,
A story waiting to unfold.
Beneath the stars, your laughter flows,
More radiant than moonlight glows.
Where others seek to fit the mold,
You bloom in hues the world can’t hold.
So let the winds of doubt arise,
They’ll never dim your painted skies.
Imperfect strokes, a masterpiece—
Your truest self is pure release.
You are my color, rare and true,
A palette brushed in shades of you.
When shadows blurred my path and pace,
You lit the dark with quiet grace.
You are my color, bright and bold,
A story waiting to unfold.
And if the night forgets your flame,
I’ll call you back by your own name.
Just like you once believed in me,
I’ll help you set your colors free.
You are my color, soft and strong,
A melody where you belong.
No other hue could take your place,
You paint the world with quiet grace.
You are my color, shine your light—
The world is brighter with your sight.