Callong the objects of my life
Simple cases of blacks or whites
All the spirits in unescapable strife
Soared higher than the flight of kites

I thought your eyes were black as night
With bluish whites along the sides
And my feelings all pure white
With blue-black bruises in rough tides

But why do flash a smile shining white
While your tongue rolls out a stream of black words
Why does my heart bleed black blood
When I hurt you by wavering my white sword

The base color loses all its meaning
When the potter makes black mud his clay
For then the picture takes a tricky turn
And everything fades into shades of grey