Two complete opposites on this scale of human emotions What lies in between Is it acceptance or tolerance What better person to ask than one's self
When those shades meld, what color is formed Love is often the passionate red While hate is the unapproachable intimidation of black Is it the same as the mother earth or the same liquid that flow in our arteries
I still don't understand these feelings that I feel for you I hope that perhaps as I get to know you My vision clarity will be unblurred That it will become more vivid as I notice more than monochrome nor the neutrality of angry red