In the living, in being; how we thrive, not just survive. If, the heart was color blind, the mind would be open to see; love in a colored perspective. Love, could never be received, if the heart perceives, through a black and white lens. Love, paints the picture, the heart focuses the lens. Hearts are red, souls are blue; when I love you, doesn’t seem true. Black and white, through a tainted viewpoint, shades of gray. Every heart, needs to see, how they’re meant to be. The colors of love, what beautifies our humanity. The shape of our heart, irrelevant; to what needs to be seen. Love taking shape, the mind being shaped, by what the heart has become? Love, can never become a vibrant picture, the heart, neither a vivid portrayal, if painted black and white. A heart exposed, reveals. A mind closed, deceives. Love’s true beauty, has an intrinsic nature; living colors. Colorful birds, pretty little butterflies, colors in the wind. Love reaches, kindness preaches, history teaches. That a heart sees vividly, not in black and white, but in loving colors!
WCR
A Love Story! 
❤️👀🖍🎨🚫⚫️⚪️
Blessings Warren💕
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Love doesn’t make one blind. It simply helps one to see clearly that colour isn’t needed for it to exist.
Thanks for sharing 👍🏾
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Indeed!🙏🏽
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Warren! This is just magical. That last line ties everything together so marvelously. I don’t use this word often but this piece is true PERFECTION. 🤍
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Appreciate the kind words, blessings to you!🙏🏽
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Warren this is beautiful! Love should be color blind
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Indeed it should! 🙏🏽
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🤍🤍🤍
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Hmmm. Great black history poem on love.
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Blessings to you!
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Amen 🙏🏾
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