To limit love to romance would be quite sad. My thoughts as an aromantic. |
They tell me love is red Cherry-fire and passion Always in a romantic fashion Or sometimes love is pink Sickly sweet, silly crushes Feather-soft, peachy brushes But these are not love's only colors Love can be orange Hopeful, brave Marching on towards the light at the end of the cave A trusting bronze, a sweet tangerine Love can be yellow Tinkling, chirping laughter Picking lemons and drinking them after A smiling sun, an embracing breeze Love can be green Fresh, flowing, bright Exuberant and full of light Peaceful and alive Love can be blue The sapphire longing Of true belonging Words felt and not spoken Love can be purple Cloaked, yet strong The intrinsic knowledge that you belong Wrapped in old, knowing whispers All love will turn black Heavy with sorrow, laden with death But true love transcends breath Though it may be buried deep Love always shines white in the end Triumphant, pure, and unshaking Glittering with truth, it is unbreaking The brightest light of all Love is not one color, cannot be confined to one shade Boundless and infinite, love is every color Love is everything |