The Colors of Love

The Colors of Love

On Valentine's Day, the colors of love,
Are painted across the skies and above.
Red, pink, and white, colors so bright,
That symbolize love, passion, and delight.

In every heart, there's a love that burns,
A love that's true, that takes many turns.
But in the end, it's a love that's pure,
A love that's everlasting, and forever sure.

So on this day of love, let's celebrate,
The love that we have, let's make it great.
For love is a gift, that we should treasure,
And celebrate it, with joy and pleasure.

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