She always loved the color pink
On her bag, her desk, even her sink
When she makes a cocktail drink
Everything's pink in just a blink
Pink reminds her of his gentleness,
Of his love, affection, and kindness
Pink reminds her of his tenderness
His warm hugs and gentle smiles
She loves pink, that is true
But other color she love too
One color that is pure
To her it's like a cure
It's his color, whitest of white
The color that's the most bright
The color that symbolizes light
The color that's always right
To tell you the truth, her color
Never was it pink in color
When they met, her color end
The color that was blood red
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Hearts of Roses
PuisiA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
