Love In Color
The bloom of a rose at the wake of spring
Dusted by the day’s morning dew
Can never equate to the way I open up
When I'm alone with you.
If I could paint my love across the sky
In each and every hue
I’d never run out of words in my heart
My sentiments are never untrue.
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