Love is Purple.
It sounds like a young mother's tears of joy.
It feels like sitting in front of a camp fire in your loved ones arms.
It smells like a single white rose.
It tastes like a sweet and tender first kiss.
*Jesslyn*
This is called a "Five-Sense Poem" because all the senses are involved. I decided love will be purple because its starts out as two beautiful colors, red and blue, and together those two make one beautiful color and its the metaphor, 2 in love combine and make one and they share and are a part of each other.
