Treasure Island

Michelle Guza


Love has many colors


Love has many colors
But the main is red
The color of a rose
A flower to show that you love him or her
A flower to say silently that your in love and its for sure

Love has many colors
But the main is red
The color of blood
Blood that warms when you see the one you love like no others do
And freezes when you see the one you love happy with out you

Love has many colors
But the main is red
The color of my eyes why I cry the most painful tears
The tears of love that is caused my most wanted fears

Love has many colors
But the main is red
The color of a kiss
There has to be more then this…..

Love has many colors
But the main is red
The same word that rhymes with words unsaid

Submitted: Sunday, June 18, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 07, 2010

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