I think of you in black and white,
in muted colours of grey
in grainy shots of silent films
and torn edges of vintage stills.
I think of you in technicolor
bursts of sunlight, blinding rays
dancing hues of honeydews
streaks of vibrant pink haze.
I think of you in endless reels
of love, hate, hate, love, love
a roller coasting loop of love me
and love me nots.
I think of you.