Love is red, for the burning fiery passion.

It is the sound of laughter and inside-jokes

Love tastes of sugar-sweet candies on Valentine's Day.

It's the smell of a bouquet of her favorite flowers.

It's seeing a couple holding hands and cuddling.

Love is longing to see him when he's not around.

Love is the color yellow for friendship and trust.

It's the sound of comfortable silence on cold winter nights,

And it's the taste of him making breakfast for her.

Love smells like crisp, clean relaxing rain.

It's seeing the couple show off the other, being proud of them.

Love is the frustration of not being able to get them off your mind.

Love is blue, the sadness of when it ends.

It's hearing her cry uncontrollably.

It's the bittersweet taint that hovers over comfort food.

It smells like burnt rubber on asphalt on hot summer days.

And it looks like someone just had their soul ripped out.

Love is feeling betrayed and heartbroken

Love is the line between insanity and being sane, from being blind and insight