The Colours Of Love
In the first springtime of our loveEverything was as fresh and new,And tender as the bright green leavesBursting forth from winter’s drab coat,Alive with burgeoning desireAnd the joy of revelationAs we explored in sweet delight,The pale tones of our nakednessSubtle as the cherry blossomsOn the trees outside your window,Every kiss replete with promiseOf greater wonders yet to come.With summer our passion burned bright,The...
