Maybe its her red
flushed cheeks after a compliment,
Maybe its the red
in his face during a fight that they know won't matter tomorrow.
Or the blue of the
tears dripping from her eyes,
and the blue of
her varnished fingernails as they graze his cheek.
It could be the
white of her dress on that one special day,
possibly the black
of his funeral after a life spent together.
But to her, the
color of love was always to be the speckled green of his eyes.
- Shea.M.
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