Yellow is my colour,
or was,
till I met you.
Then I knew
I'd be blue
forevermore.
It's hot in here.
Or could be cold.
Depending on your
atmosphere
or sense of space.
Whatever your
perspective may be,
you've earned
my respect,
but not my love.
and
yellow is my
colour again.
Chris G. Vaillancourt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yellow-feeling/
