COLOR OF LOVE
A girl who was quite dear to me
Once asked me what was... the color of love
I responded that for her it was
Whatever color... it appeared to be
It could be as white as the wings of a dove
Or the North Star and its light...
That she can now see shining bright above
The true answer cannot be found by the eyes
Only discovered by one's feelings inside
Because we know colors can often disguise
As surely white is not always so saintly purified
The proof of love which you seek
Can only be found in the truth that I speak
In saying that the heart never lies
For all these words
All these colors and these shapes
Only act as distortions
And distractions from what's inside...
The fire that burns alive
Be it learned or innate
A girl who was quite dear to me
Once asked me what was... the color of love
I responded that
For her it was
Whatever color... it appeared to be
Or perhaps it's not even a color
You're thinking of...