Me Shades Lin Of Da Grey

I look to the sea
The clouds are grey
and so is the water
But, it shines like a polished stone

My little Chinese girl is away
I miss her laughter
I miss her visits
While no one is at home

Shades of grey,
dark, light, and hues of blue
Melancholy puffs of vapor
as I write it all down on paper

Drops of rain, I do not see
like my Chinese girl
I see her in my mind
looking at me from behind those mystical, exotic eyes

This is no surprise
as many a day, the skies
are grey in June
But, my Chinese girl

I keep on thinking of you...