Colors of love

 Colors of love


The color of love

Its red sometime

but briefly so

like embers glow

burning bright

with the winds that blow

its red sometime

but briefly so


its blue a lot

with pining hearts

broken dreams

unrequited asks

an open casket

of unmet wants

its blue a lot

the color of love


and then sometimes its

an indigo haze

a violet dream between night and day

we know not for sure

what is true

sometime red, sometime blue

a misty cloud

that we amble through


it takes on hues

of jealous green

when there are 

lovers more than two

it twists and turns

it singes and burns

its gets messy and nasty 

when there are more than two

love takes on hues of 

jealous green too


And when

its not steeped enough you see

it turns out rather

yellow and weak

neither alive nor dead

its just pretends to be

love 

while it isn’t, in reality


And so in myriad ways 

love plays

casting rainbow across

our life’s landscape

touching us

in its colorful ways


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