The colour of love
Is not blush pink or scarlet red.
It's the colour of the air itself,
And of oceans without the sky above.
Of a vast and unending universe,
And the ripple of the fabric of time.
Its the colour of music,
Of philosophy,
Of poetry.
Of life,
Death,
Peace
And chaos.
The colour of love is no colour at all,
But the colour in which your mind perceives it.
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