Colors of Love
THE COLORS
OF
LOVE
A hateful love is black as Hell,
It's theme is greed and lust.
As razored thorns in forest dell,
It wounds at faintest touch.
A verdant love is Nature's own,
Her natural pulse of life.
Where stag and doe beget the fawn
And man his strain makes rife.
A jealous love is gossamer gray,
And sewn with threads of doubt.
It's choking veil of taut dismay
Shrouds Aphrodite's house.
A sensual love is passioned pink,
A mutually savoring fire.
It's ardent music rings distinct
And accents one's desire.
A midnight blue is love forlorn,
Bestowed but not returned.
On anguished lips a plea is borne,
Indifferently it's spurned.
A sentient love's as red as wine,
A vintage strong and rare.
With soft bouquet it seasons time
And tastes of sweetened care.
The moods of love distinctly hued
Are painted here in verse.
On poet's canvas love is viewed
As notions quite diverse.
But fantasies in tones contrived
Obscure love's verity.
For love is all, no shade denied,
Tis painful ecstasy.
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