Love is red, a rash that burns like fires flaming ashes.
Red, orange, yellow, and pink, love is blue,
Just one teardrop can get you through.
Love is a flower that blooms when you get in love.
And covers when you lose.
Love is a crystal that traps all the loved ones, that got you through.
Love is open to everyone.
Everyone can be loved no matter what.
No matter what they look like, no matter what religion it is,
An open gate that always opens, but not when you say no to love,
Oh no, not to love,
Because love is……
You
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