"COLOR OF LOVE" - Posted on September 28, 2010

Hey Ya'll, I just wanted to share this. One of my favorite poems written by a good friend. "COLOR OF LOVE" Love, what does anyone know of love? What is it with this word? Why do people fling it around so recklessly? Does it have a shade, tint or tone? Is it stained, washed, tainted or just plain distorted? Maybe it's a twinkling pastel, or an irresistible fluorescent? Possibly a mirage, like a disgustingly vile sparkling chameleon. He's like a crimson red, so aggressive and temperamental at times. When we met he was more like Ferrari. His presence screamed excitement! Every glance rid me of all darkness and set my soul a blaze. Now, a glimpse and he pierces me with his heinous crimson eyes. What happened to Ferrari red? I've had so many, from slate and dim grays, seal browns and siennas to smoky blacks and onyx's. All of which it seemed, certain light illuminated only through me! They gnawed and bled me of my electric violet, while vigorously preying on my lavender rose. What happened to youth when boys were gold, dandelion even or, canary yellowish! I once had a blue. At times cobalt others carolina, but always at ease. One to trust with my heartfelt secrets, in my most distressing times. He'd given me anything I wanted, if only I asked. But his wealth and knowledge couldn't buy my love....Besides he was to old. Mint, harlequin, jade, emerald and caribbean green have always caught my tender eye with there translucent brilliance. So damn relaxing! No need to speak of anything of substance, just retire into the moment. My lavender rose is ready and willing. Then of course, soon after here comes myrtle, forest and midnight green! And before I want to relinquish it, they want to know what makes my violet, so electric. Is there no pot at the end of the rainbow? I'm no surfer and I'm sick of riding it like a wave! Can I not brew my own concoction? And even if I could, would it be everything I envisioned? Would it remain vibrant, or with time, just fade to black?