Colors of Love
The colors of love,
Are the gardens of Spring,
And the flowers they grow,
Are a wonderful thing.
But the sundering sky,
Of a storm passing by,
Is a thundering flash,
In the form of goodbye.
For the colors we love,
On the wings of a dove,
Are the greys of our days,
In the billows above.
And the covers we lack,
For the sky that is black,
Are the edge of a ledge,
That is calling us back.
For the blue in your heart,
May be true in your mind,
But the roses you pick,
Are the petals you find.
And the love you abide,
Is the trouble you win,
And the source of your pride,
In a big double chin.
For the colors that last,
By the candor they bring,
Are the story of life,
In the glory of Spring.
So we savor the sun,
And the pure light above,
For the labors of life,
Are the colors of love.
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