Colors of Love
The sun shone and our love was born.
Your golden hair, it did adorn.
Green was the grass, and too, your eyes,
that flicked and danced like butterflies -
the day our love was born.
The sky above was sapphire blue,
It was endless. Our love was too.
Rose flushed your cheeks, and red your lips,
as our souls, like our fingertips,
touched, intertwined and flew.
Must everything, once born, then die?
and colorless tears fall as we cry?
Must our love story fade to black?
Is there no chance to get it back?
Can we give it one more try?
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