Crimson, Your hair
My cheeks
The color of the air.
Ivory, Your smile
My complexion
Logic left in exile.
Azure, Your eyes
My breath
The heartache of your guise.
Jade, His eyes
My envy
devastation on the rise.
Oh my feelings show in your beauty
In blues and greens and crimson
And maybe violet was the color of love's dress that lust wore
But damn am I smitten.

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