The Colour of Love
(A second "silly poem" installment that follows on the "Music in our Speech" poem) I look at love through rose-coloured glasses and I just want to jump and shout and paint the town red. Writing about you, thinking about you, makes me red-hot. I feel the white heat building up inside me. So babe give me the green light... I'll be tickled pink with delight. Rest assured in my arms you can be free... No emotional blackmail no green-eyed monsters lurking behind closed doors... Our love is no... Sign in to see full entry.