When Cupid strikes

I hate this sunset and hated since ages,
Hated the thought of being heretic,
The beautiful tinge of orange and shades of yellow,
Scouring into the bumptious blanchy black,
I wish I could ever see that sunset(sunrise),
I wish my life had colours,
I am recherche, an unprudent one,
I wish I could ever fly in your dreams like I see you in mines.
You are my colors and I be your canvas.
From the majestic mountains to the towering trees,
I could ever be that rainy petrichor
And the incense that you would love to smell,
I could be my men's masterpiece.
I just wished my death
That would give me hundreds of births
I wished my soul in your mind.