It's time for a change

Love should be renamed,
It is too bold a word.
Four letters it stands -
Condensed, contracted.
Its meaning belongs to another
More gentle sound.
It is likened to the warm beating of
A heart, or the quick
Soft intake of breath.
Which dies just seconds after it began.
More similar to the glossy dew
Coating the fresh spring grass.
Love screams red, a colour of fury;
Anger, intense frenzy of emotions.
Yet the meaning,
I know behind the word,
Is different.
It's a stranger to this loudmouthed red.
A soft spoken neighbour.
Instead, it resides in the quiet blues,
A honey brown or humble sage.
It doesn't need to be seen, or heard
But it takes comfort in the fact
That it will always be felt.