She was a rainbow,
But he was colour-blind.
She was a beautiful song,
But he was musically deaf.
She was like a playing guitar,
But he couldn’t dance to her tune.
She was a pretty flower,
But he wasn’t water, or the sun.
She was as sweet as corn,
But he was tasteless.
She was his wings,
But he still couldn’t fly.
She was everything he needed,
But he didn’t know what he needed.
She believed she could change him,
But he was unchangeable.

When she left, he started realising that
She was the beat to his heart,
The teeth to his smile,
The reason behind his laugh,
The life to his soul.
He had said he’d cherish her. But when? Isn’t it too late?
Appreciate what you have. You may one day lose it.