Love oh Love
Love is periwinkle.
It tastes like colorful candy sprinkles.
It smells like blooming, sweet, spring.
It sounds like a silver chime bells' ring.
It feels like a birds, glorious morning flight.
It looks like the suns' brightest ray of light.
Periwinkle is loves' true color in life,
and it's always there,
Day or night.
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