Colours flicker across my mind <br />like a rainbow after the rain. <br />Bright and glowing colours <br />that leave with them no pain. <br />They are all the colours <br />I can see within my world, <br />but the thing that has no colour <br />is the dearest to my heart. <br />It is called love, <br />love for all mankind <br />and all the creatures <br />that live there within. <br />Whether they be large or small, <br />ferocious or gentle. <br />They are there to be loved <br />by one and all. <br /> <br /> <br />13 January 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-be-loved-6/
