Love, it is the color of red fire engines,
Resounding like a hallelujah chorus rings,
Tastes it does, like the sweetest of honey,
Smells much like fresh cut roses, sunny,
Looks as it were a splendid sunset scene,
Making me feel so incredibly amazing.
Love, the hue of pink daisies it adorns,
Sounds it does, like perfect harmony’s horns,
Tastes as rich as an indulgent creme Brule,
Smell, oh it does, like sweet perfume bouquet,
Like a white wedding, it strikes a sight,
Filling my heart with happiness, light.
Golden eighteen karat, love’s color does mold,
As comforting as your favorite song retold,
Tastes it does, like Belgian chocolate, so divine,
Like the fresh spring rain, love’s scent it does align,
Looks like a paradise island, so surreal,
Endows a feeling of perfection, ideal.
