Black Is the Color of Love
Black is the color of love,
a silent blessing sent from above.
A shade that comforts, deep and true,
holding secrets only a few knew.
All the times I bled upon the page,
through every sorrow, through every age,
black remained beside my soul,
filling the fragments that made me whole.
Many fear what darkness may lack,
yet I find solace within the black.
For in the end, when all is said,
it carries the words my spirit bled.
Black is not the absence of light,
but the keeper of dreams beyond sight.
And when my final chapter is packed,
you may discover my insides were black.
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