Technicolour Imp

So many things to write about, so little time for all of them. I'm making time for this one though.

What can I say that hasn't been said?
What can I sing that hasn't been sung?
I took a sip from a devil cup,
Our lives together have begun.
I'll rhyme some couplets prettily,
I'll make these words lock step in time,
And though this sums up - terribly
our lives and loves and hope benign -
It won't be enough.
It'll never be enough.
There are no words that can do you justice,
my technicolour imp.

You slipped the surly bonds of fate,
You slipped the ropes that held you hence,
You travelled long, you travelled far,
you broke the chains, you jumped the fence.
You found yourself well out of space,
out of reach of time and grasp.
You found a place to simply be,
And in your arms, my heart you clasp.
Sure, it can be hard.
There are trials,
But we'll surmount them with laughter,
my technicolour imp.

So dance, damn you.
Bless the rains, do as you will.
I've grown accustomed to your face,
your absence is a bitter pill.
You keep me hale in face of death,
In winter's gale, in teeth of stone.
We walk the earth and share our breath.
Wherever you are, that is home.
And that might be enough.
I might just have enough,
As long as you're in reach,
my technicolour imp.

So rage, heavens, rage.
Fling lightning and fire.
All of your might rests in our hands,
and no foe will stand before us.
Our might is soaring higher,
Bright our faces, hands.
We can be so destructive,
That's hard to understand.
But we are doomed to falter,
That knowledge keeps us sharp,
But falter, fall together,
my technicolour imp.

Because that'd be alright with me.