The Colour of Love

I looked in the distance and what did I see?
A sea of gray faces stared right back at me.
A dismal grey future of sweet paucity,
won't any gay stranger then come set me free?

I tasted the fruit and not of the vine,
an apple enticed me, sweet heaven divine.
It wasn't the love I felt would be mine,
I wondered, if my love, would grow, with time.

I then tried the wine, the juice of his lips,
the sway of his back, the shape of his hips.
I knew from that moment that love would be mine,
I dared try the grape and found love sublime.

If I had some crayons I'd colour the world,
I'd colour all boys and colour all girls.
They'd all look the same and they'd all dance for me,
I coloured all people and I set them free.