Love is Red
It smells like roses.It tastes like strawberries.
It sounds like the giggling of a baby.
It feels like laying in a field of soft grass.
It looks like the sunset.
Love, is wanting to stay like that forever.
Love is Red
It smells like roses.To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
the "perfect image" | 2 | 03/06/2010 |
Lost | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
Love is Red | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
Sadness is Blue | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
Mask | 1 | 03/06/2010 |
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