The Colors of True Love
Before I thought roses,
gift wrappers, and high-
heels which were red
symbolized love,
until when I met you.
I found your love to be raw
and real; it had no romantic exaggerations
or emotional icings. You loved me
as I was, even after I removed the mask
that hid the real me.
There was no more red in my mind
to define love;
I saw everything as it was in our
love. I saw our love in black and white....
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