The color of Love

I wonder how many people see love as a color. Many would probably think red, pinks and blush purples. I mean, naturally right. Colors of passion Yada Yada Yada.

When I see love, it’s grey. All shades of grey…for the different types of love. You probably think grey is a dull color for such a grand emotion. And you’re not wrong. But dullness is relative. I see it everywhere, and for me, the lighter the grey…the more genuine the love. Lighter shades of any color are honest, more vulnerable. Deeper colors to me are cunning and sort of deceitful.

When I see a mother’s love for her child the love is so light in grey that it’s almost white. When a friend shows me love it’s a soft ash grey. Charcoal greys for more complicated love that surrounds relationships around me. And a pet’s love is sterling silver.

This is the love I see. The color of the love I give is very different and very rare. How do people see the color of love that they give? I think it has alot to do with our favorite color. Mine so happens to be blue. Caribbean blue. And this is exactly what I’ve seen from myself.

Winds and visions of sea blues all around me and the love I give to anyone or thing. It’s quite beautiful.

I spent a lot of time with my niece when she was still a baby and this … “softened” (for lack of a better word) my core a bit. I carried her around and soothed her cries. My family members are the type to ignore crying or whining to “toughen” someone up. But whenever I heard her cry all I wanted to do was offer my arms. I would sing to her all day and night if I could. And all around was blue, precious hazy blue. Soft hues of my blue love decorated her happiness. Maybe my niece saw a different color , she is 9 and pink is her favorite color… maybe she saw pink..

Astonishing how in all that love is and provides, it still manages to show itself in color for our heart’s simple eyes.