Life loses all color when a relationship ends. I wanted the reader to be able to smell the oil paints as they were reading this. 

No mauve, no puce, 
No primrose hue, 
No violet-red, 
    Or spot of blue. 

No peach, no sky, 
No orange dapple, 
No van dyke brown, 
    By green of apple. 
 
No pink, no teal, 
No champagne blush, 
No emerald streak, 
    On flame-tipped brush. 
 
No rust, no chrome, 
No burnt sienna, 
No black, no gold, 
    In gob-like manner. 
 
No taupe, no snow, 
No two-tone thistle, 
No turquoise stain, 
‘Midst amber bristle. 
 
No brass, no wine, 
No navy glaze, 
No scarlet daub, 
    Like liquid clay. 
 
No jade, no beige, 
No deep sea pearl, 
No fuchsia tint, 
    Nigh melon swirl. 
 
No slate, no gray, 
No ivory swab, 
No lilac shade, 
    Without your love.