red. 

the color of love. 

love can be platonic, love can be romantic. 

Only a fool mistakes love for lust. 

Love can last a year, if it really tries. 

If it gives it it’s all and beats only for the other. 

Love is unending they say it never dies. 

Real love doesn’t have to try. 

It’s an instant connection, it may feel like a millisecond, but that millisecond turns into an era and an era into a century. 

I haven’t found my color red or even yellow.  

But I see others who have. Who believe they’ve found their red. Two halves into one whole. 

It’s okay if it doesn’t find me, 

Or even cross a bit. 

To exist in the room where the love is free 

May be all I get. 

If love deems me unworthy who am I to pick a fight.