Tie-Dyed Love

I am loved.
Of this I do not lack.
But when it comes to love
its not just white or black.
There are shades of grey,
and red and blue,
and it even comes
in tie-dyed ,too.
What shade of love
is this I'm in?
Yet not forgotten ,
the shade thats been.
How do you differentiate?
How do you keep the colors straight?
Why is it such a big debate
if more than one color is able to sate
the needs and desire's
of the eyes pupils?
The iris knows no
conscience or scruples.
Hues of love
are everywhere.
But the color of fate
knows no meaning of fair.