If the ocean was red,

would trees still be green?

If my heart were blue,

would I love you more than me?

Daydreams are never as they seem,

you must have known that to some degree?

My sparkling eyes, and my wild long hair,

have I suddenly become your worst nightmare?

If your eyes weren’t green,

would I have still fallen in love over afternoon tea?

If my crystal blue skies didn’t turn into gloomy shades of grey,

would you still have tossed my broken heart into the sea?