Love Is A Rainbow
We were both so young,
I was especially naive.
Now that I've grown older,
I know what love means.
Love is a rainbow,
A cascade of feelings.
It is red,
A road filled not with dread,
Leading back to You.
It is blue,
The softest hue,
Morning dew,
and You.
It is yellow,
Afternoons mellow,
My favorite Jell-O,
I only share with You.
It is white,
The purest to contradict the night,
To bring fair light,
Just for You.
My love is black,
The fiercest black,
For the days I spend away from You.
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