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Colors

Defining love

is like describing a color

to the blind.

 

You might say,

"Yellow is happy.

It is the sun,

a daisy,

a duckling."

 

You might say,

"Red is passionate.

It is a rose,

one's heart,

an apple."

 

But these are elementary, trivial words.

They are pointless.

The blind will only memorize your words.

They cannot truly know them.

They cannot truly know

That grass is green,

a bluebird blue.

 

In fact,

You could lie to them.

And most people will.

 

Color can only be seen,

just as love can only be experienced,

never to be conveyed in its true form to others.

 

And trust me.

Falling in love

is like seeing colors

for the very first time.

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Mar 22, 2010
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