There is color in love

 

Not that bland crimson hue

 

But in laughing beige eyes

those irises came to me

in the form of

sweet honeysuckle lips

that seized my heart

 

Fingertips etched with mirth

they wrote sonnets

against my skin

spoke of the love language

that even deities never whispered

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