My attempt at a Sonnet. (Haven't done one in years)
Magnificent are your colors.
Colors bold and bright, light and pale.
All supporting one another,
Giving beauty that never fails.
Purple needs the blend, blue and red.
Ah—the secrets of what is seen.
For yellow and blue must be wed.
Two become one, and we see green.
One alone? No, it’s two combined.
Single, can’t bring diversity.
It’s kindred, the same of it’s kind.
Is art made from adversity?
The glory of all we behold,
Is the tale of two as one—told.
When two unite as one, they bring more beauty and Love into the world. They bring change, diversity, and uniqueness. Love creates! It merges with more love to create even more love. And the glory of all that love is what we see.
Love in color!
Two are better than one because they have a good return for their labor. For if either of them falls, the one will lift up his companion. But woe to the one who falls when there is not another to lift him up. Furthermore, if two lie down together they keep warm, but how can one be warm alone? And if one can overpower him who is alone, two can resist him. A cord of three strands is not quickly torn apart.