Love can torture you on the rack,
Love can paint you blue,
Love can be any color and
Each and every hue.
Love can be scarlet, that dangerous red
Of pure passion in burning beds,
Love isn't shackled by race or gender,
Love can be painful yet graceful and tender.
You can love him or her, he or who,
You can love one, you can love two,
We are who we are, no-one to blame,
We're all victims of indiscriminate flames.
Love should always speak it's name,
Should know not fear nor terrible shame,
With dreams and hope in every kiss,
Love is yellow, love is bliss.