This poem describes how my husband and I see things so differently. ‘Black and white’ is a metaphor for the preference he has for things to be, clear cut and logical, not coloured by emotion.
Black and white in a world of colour
When I look into your eyes
I don’t see my own reflection
Only starry-eyed affection
Absolute
The black and white view
That is yours
Is not mine
I have tried to keep it simple
As you prefer
And to only see in black and white
But I’ve seen the colour
I can’t help but see the colour
I need to see in colour
To see the beauty
I’ve tried to paint some colour on your black and white world
But you tell me it’s too much
Is it so bright that it is blinding?
I get the impression that you’d rather not see it
And you retreat to a simpler world-
A world of black and white
I’ve tried to do it your way
I’ve tried to keep it simple
But I cannot deny what I see, what I feel
I cannot resign myself to live in a world without colour
And I know you wouldn’t want me to
So why do I banish myself from my own world of colour?
It’s just sometimes I doubt that it exists
And my world looses its colour too