Everytime I write a poem
I think of writing something new
I get no ideas, I get no themes
I always end up writing about you.

It's easy to weave the words through poems
Than directly telling you
About the things running in my mind
Which you do not have any clue.

I do not get any butterflies
While talking to you
Well, actually it's worse
Because I feel the whole damn zoo.

The world seems colourful
When I'm with you.
That's some kind of magic
To me, which you do.

I dislike all the colours- be it red, or be it blue
You colour the portrait of my world beautifully
And that's why,
My favorite colour is you.