White To Red
She is spreading through my vain's,
What makes my blood so rare,
The most complex thing in my brain,
The only person that really cares,
I make the tears fade away,
The white roses turn red,
The Night turns into day,
As the hate bled,
Love is the only thing you can feel around us,
No fighting, no such thing as fuss,
Just happiness and trust,
One another's most profound,
We're the action in love,
We are in the dictionary as the newest noun,
We're more than any can explain or show,
We are something blank,
and white as snow,
If you can't explain nor show love,
Then we're the everlasting Love from the Heaven itself and above !
Copyright © Johnathan Crutchfield | Year Posted 2011
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