My heart. My heart had lines. Like a colour in book. Lines that had no value. Just empty lines. It wanted to be a colour. Red, blue, yellow. But it had no colour in pencil. It was on a journey. Over green valleys. Over the rainbow. Over the red sun. And the blue moon. But there was no colour for it. Wishing on a colour. He made a wish. On a angle star. Wish he did made. And his wish came true. He found the colour of love. Right were it was waiting for him. A angle that had a colour in pencil. But had no heart colour in. So he showed his heart the beautiful angle. And she colour in his heart. With a ink that will last forever. And not fade away. As rain my fall. He will love her till it beats no more.. :-)