That Blue

She said it looked calming
Like a Mediterranean Sea
She said it would grow on me
Given time and a certain light
She said it's fresh but
I really hate it now.

I painted it carefully
I prepared the walls diligently
I cleaned up afterwards
I made sure it was complete
She thanked me tenderly
Yet still I hate it totally.

When she's gone I will
Go for white I think
Not off-white, ivory or magnolia
But white just white
Because that is the shade
Of my love for her.