If Love had a Color

If love had a color what would it be?

The silver crest on the crashing waves?

The orange powder on the wings of a butterfly?

The iridescent green of sleeping baby caterpillars?

The blush of a peach?

The fiery reds of a falling Vermont leaf?

Morning light dancing on birch leaves?

Perhaps love has no color at all?

Like the warm caress of a late summer breeze,

Or the melting of snowflakes on ones cheek,

The murmur of the sea,

The smell of freshly picked violets,

Pop of a bubble,

Giggle of a toddler,

The warmth of cocoa.

Perhaps love is all around us? Speaking to us through different forms

Saying: "Hear! See me!

Look at my manifestations!

All for you!'

But we are blind.