Blues Is Never in Another

You are all my favorite colors

My blues will always be

(in) Your strong red blood

(on) Your fragrant blond hair

(in) Your thinking grey head

It's a promise, never in another

Regardless of all the colors that are in her

I wish we made our own blues

Maybe finally someday in us

Something that might truly be true

But nothing that is like gas

I write an awesome symphony

And you make me softly crasier

When you take off that black robe