Love? Poem by Chey King

The taste of someone that never fades
Like a million exotic shades
of red
But with love comes lust
And with lust comes hate
And with hate comes a million shades
of red
And after all that envy and distrust
Comes a new love
A love almost too pure to trust
A love that is greater than love
A love for ourselves, us
And with this love comes understanding
And with understanding comes trust
And with trust comes freedom
And with freedom comes a mind never to be mislead
And with that comes peace
Like a million exotic shades
of red