Chromatic Divide

In hues unseen by his blinded sight,

She bloomed a rainbow, vivid and bright.

A kaleidoscope of emotions she wore,

Yet his world was gray, forevermore.

Her laughter painted skies in gold,

Each vibrant tale a treasure untold.

But his eyes, veiled in shades of gray,

Missed the technicolor of her display.

Her love was a palette of crimson red,

Yet to him, it was a hue he couldn't tread.

In her eyes, a spectrum of dreams so wild,

Yet he saw but shadows, a colorless child.

She danced in meadows of emerald green,

Her spirit a canvas, a masterpiece, it seemed.

But in his vision, a world of despair,

A monochrome realm, life stripped bare.

He missed the azure of her calming grace,

And the warmth of her amber embrace.

Blinded by a world painted in monotonous rhyme,

He couldn't fathom the spectrum of her time.

She was a rainbow, a tapestry of light,

He, colorblind, couldn't grasp her flight.

A love story painted in shades so stark,

A missed connection in the colors of the dark.