His smile shone a bright red.
Not the red of rose,
or hues of alarms-
But with the crimson of rosy cheeks
and the warmth that starts in your chest
and simmers to the surface.
His gaze portrayed a calming gold.
The gold sewn into garments with delicate hands-
the most subtle craftsmanship.
A gold, that reflected in flecks that peppered his eyes.
A gold that spoke words of eloquence.
He gave off colors that I had never seen before.
Not in paintings,
Or in the boldest of landscapes.
My color blindness had brought me to see him
in a way that creates new vision.
Vision of person.
Vision of life.
Vision of true beauty.
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