If love was a colour
What hue would it be
How would we colorise
What the eye cannot see

Would it be red, as commerce has us believe
I think not, for red offers no reprieve
Would be it green, an uncomplicated hue
No, not green, for green is untrue

I am sure, some days, it would be shades of black
Love is a bitch, a callous cold hack
Some days it would be deceptively white as snow
The wearer of love, wrapped in a blinding glow

Perhaps it’s not one colour, but a church window, stained
Mayhap it’s the colour of dusk’s sky after it’s rained
Mayhap a surreal Dali deep blue
Ah, I know… the colour of love is… you