Black was the beautiful dress she wore that night.
Blue was the water lapping at the sand as we walked along the shore.
Green was the sparkle of her eyes when she laughed.
Yellow was the glow of the candlelight when I proposed to her.
Orange was the tint of the painted sky as the sun set on the day.
But, red was her blood that stained my hands as I held her just hours later.
And white was what we all wore to say goodbye days after.
I visit again, but this time, black is the engraved writing on the stone in front of me.
Blue is the sky hiding behind grey clouds.
Red is the roses that I give her.
And white is the snow that falls atop her grave.
Years come and go. Friends die and move away.
When death finally takes me, the red I see is her fiery hair.
And the only white was the angel wings that fluttered lightly behind her as she greeted me.