I'm sorry my dyer... #caption# Oh dyer of mine, dear dyer of mine, I’m sorry to the poem I put into a book before it was ready. What should I complain to you? I like a stubborn asked you to color my veil in my lover’s color. Oh! Your colors dyed my veil insanely deep within my heart and soul, everything is dyed of your color. I'm sorry, I didn’t wait a little longer for the veil I picked before it was blended into your colors, my beloved’s color, my soulmate’s shade, my spring color, my autumn hue, my rainfall color. Color my all seasons and moments with your color, add a single drop of your love and color up my seven seas. Color me off limits, color my boundaries, color me extreme, color my unceasing infinities and my entire world indeed.
