Colors of soul

Paradise is being next her,

Every time we are together she makes me feel like we are in a shangri-la,

The freedom of time and space i try to give her,

Makes me different but she thinks i am insane,

But again both are the same,

That is if you are able to remain true to what is in you,

Almost every word has already been used to describe love, 

And human affection,

But still i have not found the right words to describe the woman in her, 

The expression of her heart on her face,

And with her kind of mind she can understand my kind,

At least she can try to overstand my mind, 

With her hands on mine, 

I always try to hold her tight, 

Maybe i shall do that for a while, 

Or even for a long time. 

Double_O Franklyne.