Why?

  Why is the sky blue?

                                             Because the birds paint it that way

                                Because they stained it with sweet berries

                                             Because that’s the way it is

                                Because once, long ago, I decided that

                                              Love was the color blue

                                And I love the sky
 

  Do you love me, too?

                                                                             Yes, of course

                                         Why do you think your eyes are blue?

Because the birds painted them so?

           Because they've been stained with sweet berries?

  Because that's just the way it is?

                                                                            No, silly

                                                            Your eyes are blue

                                                                  Because I love you so much

                                                            It stained your eyes with it

 So If my eyes are blue because

         You love me so. . .

             Why aren't your eyes blue?

    Do you not love yourself?

                                                                  It’s complicated, Love. . 

   I’ve decided that Love

         Is brown, with flecks of green and gold in the sun