Love is black,
no way back.
Everyone wanna
find her Jack.
Love is red.
Like a rose.
Classic and old.
But still, kissing is the pose.
Love is blue.
Sad but true.
Quarrels and hassle.
Making a man gain zero.
Love is white.
Like a sweet.
Lusicious and neat.
No one can retreat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short and awfully sweet, ..just the way it should be!