Two Colours Of Love Poem by Jojoba Mansell

Two colours of love,
I know both equally well.
The haunted black of night,
the red hateful fires of hell.

I lived with both,
knew their joy and strife.
Both the red and the black,
they have coloured my life.

I loved too hard,
perhaps I loved too fast.
At times in jet black,
or flame red, it wouldn't last.

Two colours of love,
they'll stay with me.
Those black nightmares
and red embers won't let me be.