Rivers of Love

red is like the petal of a flower like rain on a sunny day small areas of showers red is like pillow stuffed feathers to complete the texture too soft and plain to see red is like a tear that falls on the side of a face wiped many times but without a trace covered by the emotions of rivers part red is the beat of a human heart close nit tight but never bitter alone how comforting this red can be on the other end of a phone listen to red and how red explains to thee oh beauty through songs red has its on symphony loud and peaceful red rings and beats the pace of drums in the Sarah Deserts heat in the heat of the day red changes with weather like curtains in a window red sealed letter smelling fragrances associated with red dandelions jasmines roses red is like the senses in the soft canal of the nose and every part of the soul red is young red is old red captivates its connection to us all red kisses hugs expands its own call sun rays red days releasing its grace red is red is today a place were many will say like meditation mind free kneel to pray red is here red is every were red pays attention and i never scared let red be who red is called to be red is definitely a description in me