Thoughts aren't black and white
they're all colours and shades
From the pastels to the brightest
to the dull and gloomiest of greys
And so is the canvas of love
from the passionate pinks and reds
to happy yellows and gay blues
From the exciting royal purples
to the calm and pleasing greens
Love isn't pure and stark white
of hope and happiness laid bare
Always stained with a little black
of anger and doubt and despair
You have to dip the brush of life
and be content with what you get
And hope that the design of love
matches your heart's pallette.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful thoughts, very original, Nidhi. Our expectations seldom match what we get. I wish we could get fresh palettes.
Thanks Laurie for reading these poems. I always look forward to your comments.