You gave me roses after we wedded.
I remember that whenever I'm jaded.
Crimson was the scarf you handed
to me while snowflakes descended.
You gave me an apple to keep me well-fed.
Apples are green too, but that fruit was scarlet.
You don't need to tell me, "I love you,"
The color of blood's in everything you do.
While we ate lasagna, baked ziti, and spaghetti,
Our table's checkered cloth was the shade of a strawberry.
While we got lost in a movie,
our chairs were the color of a cherry.
The towel we lied on was scarlet
while we watched the sunset.
No matter where we decide to go,
Vermillion will always follow.
I called you my beloved,
the lipstick on my lips red.
I held your hand on the beach,
my nails the shade of rubies.
You smiled as I climbed in your bed,
my dress the color of a pomegranate.
Your presence fades my heart's darkness.
My feelings for you are the shade of roses.
