Pastels
by @parsavagely-kompenere
Hearts are not constant,
In the light they radiate beauty,
In shade they lose focus,
In the night they are lost.
But Hearts are not black or red,
They span a spectrum,
Each unique,
But not so different from each other.
Hearts are pastels,
When touched they merge,
Bridging the gap between each other,
And becoming one.
Although they cannot always fuse completely,
There will always be enough different colours,
For hearts to find companionship,
And trust, if not love.