“Love was a feeling completely bound up with color, like thousands of rainbows superimposed one on top of the other.”- Paulo Cohelo;
Love was a burst of light piercing through the core
bleeding its colours all over the floor;
Love was a cloud of glimmering specs
surrounding our essence and uniting our selves;
Love was every a piano’s key enveloping the air,
sewing our hearts in each of its notes;
Love was a union,
a beginning and an ending;
Love was holding on;
Love was saying goodbye,
and letting go.