Poetry

Chameleon (#136)

I am that mysterious chameleon,
Who lives in life’s diverse pavilion,
I can become the color of anything ever dreamt of,
So, I’ve got one question, what is the color of love?
I want to be that color or at least have that,
Somehow, I can’t figure its color no matter where I find it at,
How can I be in the disguise of love if its color I don’t know?
If someone told me love is colorful, I would be a rainbow,
If people told me love is red like that in poetry and prose,
Then by all my strength and will I’ll turn red as a rose,
Never have I failed to change my color to what I desire,
To find the color of love is one of few things I truly aspire,
I am that mysterious chameleon,
Who lives in life’s diverse pavilion.

Any Thoughts?

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