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The Colours Of Love
A rainbow of colours , and all of the hues,
Are all part of love, that extrafine and infuse,
All added together, they make a pure white,
A love so divine, like the brightest of light.
Love that is lost, makes as feel blue,
When theee is jealousy, the green will show through,
Love turned to anger, makes us see red,
When love is golden, it lightens the head.
When love is joyful, we are trickled pink,
When it turns brown, it really can stink,
To hide's one's love, may be labelled as yellow,
Other's may see it , as love gone mellow.
When it is violet, love turned avgressive,
By people obbessive, or very possesive,
Orange means happy, love's going well,
Smiles on our face, and our heart swells.
When love is washed out, will looks so grey,
Like sombee skies, on a cold winter day,
When all love is gone, and never coming back,
There is no colour, and the souls turn black.
Are all part of love, that extrafine and infuse,
All added together, they make a pure white,
A love so divine, like the brightest of light.
Love that is lost, makes as feel blue,
When theee is jealousy, the green will show through,
Love turned to anger, makes us see red,
When love is golden, it lightens the head.
When love is joyful, we are trickled pink,
When it turns brown, it really can stink,
To hide's one's love, may be labelled as yellow,
Other's may see it , as love gone mellow.
When it is violet, love turned avgressive,
By people obbessive, or very possesive,
Orange means happy, love's going well,
Smiles on our face, and our heart swells.
When love is washed out, will looks so grey,
Like sombee skies, on a cold winter day,
When all love is gone, and never coming back,
There is no colour, and the souls turn black.
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