If they were colours
And nothing more
Would you see
What they saw?
He would be gold
Pure as can be.
She would be silver
Iridescent as the sea
Shining sunlight
Reflecting the moon
Together as one
But gone too soon
A secret to hold
No words to be spared
Only the memories
Of the moments they shared
Both colours so precious
And hard to obtain
But when found to be pure
There's nothing to feign.
The Moon and the Vale
The night and the day
The secrets they share
The words they'll never say
Entwined forever
For only their eyes
Silver and Gold
Eternally wise.