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By wordley Date: 2002 Nov 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.10.13.10.3989]] |
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If love were just a colour, what would it be for you? Would it be the pink of bathtime fun and games; Or would it be the golden shades as autumn passes through Making love by some leaf-strewn quiet lane. Or does it have the coldest blues of love left on its own Laying forgotten on a dark and remote shelf Where the snows of betrayal and sadness are blown And blackness shades a lost, despairing self. Perhaps the greens of spring's rebirth gives fresh hope to all As love blooms in so many tired and empty hearts While the yellow heat of summer warms the days before the fall And red sunsets glow to hasten lover's hearts As the velvet glow of violet embraces all within Her gentle, teasing grip of night's caress, Soft orange of the fire's glow on a lover's hungry skin As in the mauve your lover you undress. A rainbow is a wondrous sight, a arc of purest rays From red to the deepest shades of blue And I ask all of you who on its glory, gaze If love were a colour, what would it be for you? |