No twinkling red giant star
Glistens with more red than your lips.
No verdant green of prairie grass
Can be more fertile than your hips.
The sky’s blue hues from morn to night,
Are pale against your royal soul.
The softened tan of perfect skin
Colors my heart out of control.
The yellow sun is cold and dark
When your aura is on display.
Like whitest white more blameless than
A child on his very birthday.
In you is all that can be seen,
In ways that colors only know.
Your gifts of beauty more vast than
The colors across the rainbow.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC
No twinkling red giant star
Glistens with more red than your lips.
No verdant green of prairie grass
Can be more fertile than your hips.
The sky’s blue hues from morn to night,
Are pale against your royal soul.
The softened tan of perfect skin
Colors my heart out of control.
The yellow sun is cold and dark
When your aura is on display.
Like whitest white more blameless than
A child on his very birthday.
In you is all that can be seen,
In ways that colors only know.
Your gifts of beauty more vast than
The colors across the rainbow.