Shades of Love

Love isn't just crimson bright,

A burning flame in endless night.

It wears the hues of golden morn,

Where trust and kindness both are born.

It hums in blue, so calm, so deep,

A whispered vow, a promise to keep.

Through silent tears and longing eyes,

It paints the sky with hopeful sighs.

In emerald green, it softly grows,

Like ivy vines where patience flows.

Through seasons harsh, through winds so wild,

It holds the heart, both meek and mild.

Yet love turns grey in quiet despair,

A storm that lingers in the air.

Unfinished words, a hand let go,

The ache of love we'll never show.

But love is also sunshine gold,

In laughter bright, in hands we hold.

A gentle touch, a knowing glance,

A timeless waltz, a fleeting dance.

So no, love isn't just burning red,

It's every shade, in every thread.

From light to dark, from bright to deep,

It's all the colors that we keep.