Love is not just flags of red or green
It's a mixture of blue yellow,
Along with the white you tend to call cream,
It has phases, parts of a story that slowly unfolds,
It has breaks but no ends,
Bad moments that come and go,
Creating a unique kind of flow,
Sometimes everything's fine,
But sometimes we do need time,
The comfort is there along with the safety,
Your arms always there to protect me.
~inciya