Colors of loves

Loves come in different colors. Yellow for John. He was good looking man, always surrounded by flocks of young girls - - yellow for jealousy. Pale blue for Peter who liked to travel and was never home. Blue for arriving postcards with the pictures of blue seas. Blue for hope, blue was good for dreams. Love for Danny began like little, pink, yellow and blue flames over the building fire. The fire was growing bigger and bigger, turned red - - and then there was nothing left to feed the fire into. The furniture, the house, the trees, everything was gone. I found a jewelry box in the hot ashes and walked away with a child's hand in my hand. There is no one love for people who make many mistakes. They are more, until they learn the hard way. There is an only one love and only one man. Love - one hundred dollar bill exchanged for change falling out of the pockets, loose change in the corners of my purse, some in the valet. This is why I pick cents on the sidewalk - - it's a good exercise - and, maybe, among them will be one lucky one - - for love, luscious green, fulfilling, nourishing ... don't be a cow ... Didn't you already have enough? ... chewing Spring grass on the green pasture, filling, dreaming, eating, swallowing, regurgitating, chewing on memories ... Don't be such a cow ... Come back ... Self consuming flame of love. I am back on the pasture, eating green grass, looking with big blue eyes, thickly covered with eyelashes into high blue skies. Flick with my tail to the side of my body - - that was one busybody. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2011 Pottsville, 1/10/2012