Colours of Love

First love poem... ever. First poem... in like 10 months... Crap.

When I'm with you my heart stops,

my mind freezes,

thoughts cease to come,

and all I see is you in a whirl of colours.

 

I'd say something if I could,

but I can't.

I'm not thinking in sentances,

not even words.

All I can do is feel within me a flash of colours.

 

And it kills me to know,

that I can't share the colours,

inspired by you.

But I guess if any words could ever match,

my feelings inside,

that these words would be,

I,

love,

You.