Wasn’t Love suppose to be red?

I have seldom looked at wrong places,
trying to find my red in wrong places!

For me, my red was bright
and shinned when I called it mine.
For me, my red was just like wine
and accompanied me on my lonely nights.

My red was perfect,
I knew everything about it!
It’s height,
It’s size,
Everything else just fine!

Its brightness meter was 49,
its glow, a delight!
It matched my skin tone,
It complemented blue robe!

But,
when I found red, it was different!
and I knew nothing about it!

It was barely fully red,
It had shades of blue, purple and green.
And there are times, I have seen it turn cream!

It had shoulders broader then what I had thought,
It had hair curlier which was surely not what I want!
It weighed more than 79 and height more than 5.9′
This was surely not for what I had signed!

Wasn’t Love suppose to be red?

 

It was later that I realized
that love was always there.
But barely fully red!

Its shades gave it the beauty it needed,
Its difference made it the red that I actually needed!

Its tone no more complemented me.
It had now become a part of me.

It not only looked good on my blue robe
but also went perfectly well with my random choice of cloth.

I have seldom looked at wrong places,
trying to find my red in wrong places!

 

It was later that I realized
that love was always there.
But barely fully red!

It was later that I realized
love was never supposed to be
fully red!

– Dharti Shethiya

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