Honey, what color is love?
Is it black or white,
Like our memories are.
Is it blue or grey,
Like our dreams were.
Is it gold or silver,
Like our love was.
Or is it scarlet red,
Like my lipstick on you.
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Culaccino
PoetryCulaccino~a mark left on a surface by the bottom of a wet glass. Last summer, You said you love me, You said you'll be there forever. Last summer, We held hands, We kissed. Now summer's gone, You too. If we ever see again, All I'll ever say is, Reme...
