I was a thingamabob,
Until you came along,
And defined my existence,
With salesmanly words,
You tweaked my imagination,
Abruptly changing my world,
By letting me know that,
I too was good enough,
With the aesthetics of endearing,
You replaced the scarlet colour
That once flowed in my veins,
By substituting rainbows for blood.


© Cogua