The color of Love

Could I prescribe a color to summer love?

Discovery and steam

Love at first sight

Instant soul recognition

Instinct says RED; symbolic of blood, love, the life force of the racing heart.

What about blue, the deep color of her eyes?

But her eyes AREN’T blue; they are a color that I still cannot describe.

Burning sandalwood sets the mood.

The way she walks right in front of me should be a crime.

The floral pink fabric of her dress flows with the breeze, hanging off her shoulders.

Sun-kissed.

I’ve known her before, just not in this lifetime.

She makes me question everything.

She beholds certain magic.

Some would call it witchcraft or maybe alchemy.

I wonder if the combination of our collision brings all the colors of the spectrum together

All at once and impossible to describe.

I’ve never felt anything like this, and I don’t know how to survive.

But now that I know it exists, I can’t stop. I can’t go back.

This is it, and if not, whatever is it must be better.

I keep moving on, not letting fear creep in.

Fear is the only thing holding me back from all of those colors with all of those feelings, all at once.