Love is pink
it tastes as warm strawberry
it looks like sunset on the ocean
it smells like a dozen roses
it feels like your warm embrace
holding me so gently.
Sadness is rusty
it looks like a blizzard on a winter day
it smells like a house burned by fire
it tastes like sour spoon of medicine
it sounds like the cry of starving child
it feels like stream of hot tears
running down my cheek.
Karen Quinn 1989