Pensive Power

My world was so, so dark,
A place where no colours crept,
A world of sorrow and despair
Where monsters hardly slept.

And in this crypt I was born,
A desolate creature as I began,
Few barely looked an eye at me
Attractive to none in this ol’ land.

Darkness never filled my heart,
It was full of greys and blacks.
But it yearned to be set free one day,
For one girl that stopped my tracks.

She was the only fairest damsel,
Whose eyes twinkled like a star.
A lady assured to be generous,
Gaining courtiers from plenty afar.

An angel ever to be promoted,
Or indeed one fallen just for me.
Her presence was like heaven,
The torrent of love, a mighty sea.

In one embrace my heart filled,
Not with blood or liquid from above,
But with vivid, vivid colour,
Which I now know as only love.

My world is different now,
A very beautiful type of change,
The world is no longer dark,
But of colours of huge range.

My heart fills with royal red,
For the truth of my fair love.
The sky is only clear blue,
Unspeckled except for a dove.

The trees and grass are changed,
The scenery all fashioned with green.
The animals all brightly dressed
With purples, oranges all seen.

My one and only love,
Has turned my world around.
The crypt in which I was born,
Will never, ever be found.

All that you have ever given me,
Is treasured to its very core,
You have changed my world,
And I love you so much more.