Black Love
Portrait of Suzanne Bloch - Pablo Picasso
My love is the blackest love,
engulfing, intense and complete,
not a pale shiny blue
or a slow watery green.
It's not like the winsome reds,
not worldly wise or lipstick dyed
Not a pink sky shade,
eternal, spiritual or kind.
It isn't a bright yellow
sunshine smiles and colored lies,
not a deep violet,
lost and mystical,
not a shallow brown,
boring, staid and down,
not lavender or crimson,
sounding different,
but the same as another.
Not white, and non commital
a cowardly bystander
in a cowardly crowd.
My love is the blackest love,
as black as your eyes,
as black as your veil.
My love is the blackest love,
the black of the night
that captures the dying day.
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mr bo: ur post and my post are opposite to each other. but funny how we had the same stream of thought...
welcome to my blog :)
black encompasses every colour. so black love means complete love. intense indeed. :)
i like it.