Love is pink.
Butterflies and weak knees,
Nervous smiles and hungry kisses.
Love is blue.
Sadness and a million tears,
The aftermath of every fight.
Love is red.
Explosive and heartbreaking,
The kind of chaos that consumes you.
Love is golden.
Bright and radiant,
Like warm sunny skies.
Love is all these colors,
All at once.
Love is the kind of happiness
That makes you giddy,
The kind of sadness
That makes you ache,
The kind of heartbreak
That makes you fall apart,
The kind of bliss
That keeps you forever warm.
