Anger, love and lust they are all there
A tongue that’s tastes a palatable romantic flare
Across the celestial oceans
The fire envisaged in my emotions
Lights bright like a candle in the wind
Unattainable vivacious flame
That warms me all the same
Gone from my grasp like fire
I cannot hold you though I aspire
Though I hear you simmering gently
And I can see you plenty
Its behind the broken mirror
I want to see you clearer
Though like I say your warmth remains
Though your gone my heart refrains
The same old colour seems to lead to pain.
A colour of love yet anger all the same
What could this be a sign
A colour of romance prose and rhyme.
So extraordinary This colour is to me
That the words begin to elude or cease to be.
The colour we all share in our blood
The colour of shepherds delights or warning of flood.
Is this colour not enough
To express the multiplexity of love