Underwater paintings

So it was you, then, from above
I thought I recognised you.
I was unsure about the paints
Because of the longing in those eyes, so light-blue.

This could make anyone sink in,
Swimming in,
Coming sound,
Whispering,
I’ve just found
You would not alter my hue.

And yet who would call me the same,
When in my arms I find the softest ones
While breaking light is just a game
The colours of my love.