Love Has A Colour

Roses are for love
& a red colour to epitomize it
Mellifluous gentle lyrics, the caterpillars responsible for the stomachs’ butterflies
& Oh! It is love.

But the colour of love is love
& its lyrics resonates against silence
It needs no piggyback ride from words
& requires no stretched hand to take a sit beside you

Love is not love
When it needs ink to grasp a breath
When it needs answers to step each mile

The colour of love is love
Not gifts, not roses or red
Not spittle, not ink, or texts

When you love, you colour the brain
And the optic nerve sends signals to the body
We find love in reflexes, it is not planned.
Whether the love is love
Is the lyrics, unshut eyes know by heart
The ears always make errors.