What Color Is Love?
A Poem by Marc Anthony Butcher
Well, you see, Love is Orangeblue.
It is the color the morning Sun sends
through the atmosphere upon me and you.
As you know Orangeblue often
comes mixed with gray.
Think of all those loveless days
you prayed the gray away?
Now and again you feel
Love is Yellow, too,
so frightened that it just
strikes out constantly at you.
Once in a while you understand
why Love is vivid Green.
Its jealous envy is the most
vicious thing – you could ever dream.
But can you remember
Love’s angry, vibrant Red
ranting, murderous, suicidal rage
over something simply said?
As you consider the words you read
and the statements being made:
ponder by yourself a little while,
Love’s Purple-thru-Violet shades.
Yet I am not here to decide
for you, what color Love should be;
I only hope to have shared a
little of how Love appears to me.