Mariel Sacro Poems

I took the arduous path for I have a dream to fulfill,
Clueless of where I will be taken by the wheel
Right at the back of the room, a man caught my attention,
With bushy eyebrows and pointed nose, I saw my ideal man's reflection
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They say love is red, like rose petals scattered in bed
But one says it's blue, like bright skies above our head,
And love is somewhat green with a tinge of yellow
Emerging from the ground like dandelions in the meadow
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