They say this Earth is more beautiful 

For them. Roses and peonies have 

A difference other than their fragrances.

The bright yellow Sun, purple leaves 

Of autumn, the colourful butterfly. Why always 

Rely on colours to admire beauty?

The apricity amidst the frost, the chirping 

Of the birds, when a butterfly touches 

Your palm, tempts and flies away,

When dwellers hit by the Sun 

Find heaven under the trees' cool shade,

Ask me, are incredibly soothing.

Thank God feelings don't have colours, 

Colours make me blind.

I must love to see His painting 

Filled with colours but I won't die for it.

Since birth it's been black and white 

As they say. And I unconsciously promised 

Of a lifelong love at the very first sight.