When I colour you in midnight black,
I know to stay quietly back.
Your mind in a state of depression,
You are not open to mental suggestion.

When I colour you in icy blue,
You are as cold as the morning dew.
The kisses we exchange are often few,
And I feel like meeting someone new.

When I colour you in vibrant red,
It must be something silly I said.
That gives you cause to shake your head,
And quietly disappear to bed.

When I colour you in velvet green,
You are so peaceful and serene.
You are an elegant dancing Queen,
A sparkling jewel of the silver screen.

When I colour you in virgin white,
So pure and shining bright,
You remind me of the driven snow,
With an ethereal vibrant glow.

When I colour you in pastel yellow,
Your tough exterior will slightly mellow.
Inhibitions melt, you're ready for fun,
You like to be loved by everyone.

And when I colour you like Joseph's coat,
Your happiest colours to the top will float.
Your darkest colours will only appear,
When your thoughts and deeds become unclear.

(c) John McKay Withey.