You turn my black roses red
And my grey bells blue.
I’m a black-and-white person, it’s been said,
But it’s also true-
Your kisses are technicolour and 3-D
And I’m just a sketch in charcoal,
But you can animate me.
You’ve got the starring role-
I’m happily an understudy,
Or a co-star;
Just as long as you’re with me.
Whether I’m a comet or a shooting star
Or vice-versa, doesn’t matter really;
I just know we’ll go far-
You set me alight
And I’ll try to do the same for you:
Create a constellation that shines so bright;
It’s only right.
And when people talk about the star that flew,
We’ll say we never had to.