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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. Read mine - The Bloom of Youth - Adeline