Hugh Parsons Whitehall

White, if my love had a color, it would not be red heart, but white.
Pure, innocent, tender, sweet and delicate that invites thoughts, but at the same time strong,
strong enough to hold itself ‘all the other colors. Similarly what I feel is the sum of emotion, a mixture supreme and perfect voice of the
soul, melodious chorus of more intense my feelings.
Anton Vanligt