english,
If you were a photo album
In the dark attic,
I would be the sentimental romantic.
Sepia tones are what's left
Of memories I tried to keep.
I yearn to remember
What those colors used to mean.
You have been gone for too long,
But I wish to keep you now.
I am wary, yet wistful:
I may not be able
To bring back the shades that once were
But I dream of bringing color back to you.
Literary: Contrasts
If you were a photo album
In the dark attic,
I would be the sentimental romantic.
Sepia tones are what's left
Of memories I tried to keep.
I yearn to remember
What those colors used to mean.
You have been gone for too long,
But I wish to keep you now.
I am wary, yet wistful:
I may not be able
To bring back the shades that once were
But I dream of bringing color back to you.
If you were a painting
In an art gallery,
I would be the blind visitor.
Vivid colors are lost
To eyes that cannot see.
I yearn to feel
How the paints dance in fusion
But you are behind velvet ropes
And I am too far away.
I am dismayed, but overjoyed:
I may not be able
To see the hues that make you,
But I am sure someone else will.
If you were a sketch
In a private collection,
I would be the powerless guest.
Monochrome lines are testimonies
Of what you are to the collector.
I yearn to see
What a splash of color could do
But my palette has the wrong shades
And you were never mine to begin with.
I am defeated, yet content:
I may not be able
To replace the somber tints,
But I understand I have no right to change you.
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