My life was like a kaleidoscope.
My hand gripped your's as we walked through the art fair that late May day.
Just like the pieces of the kaleidoscope.
I picked one up, put it to my eye, and saw an array of colors:
they were wonderfully bright, just like that late May day.
I miss that array of colors lighting up my life.
I miss you driving to my house to bring me my favorite flowers.
I miss your charm and charisma that never failed to make me laugh.
When it comes to you, my words aren't enough.
Because my words can't fully express the beauty of a kaleidoscope.