Upon the wings of angels
Messages are sent
They land softly upon your heart
Whether hell or heaven sent

You'll know the colour
From the message given
For it will reek of disdain
Or be sweet as heaven

Though there is one who's colour
Is not so easy to assume
It is of red
Lust or love, both are of that hue

If truly lust
Your fate is doomed
If it is of love
The garden in your heart shall bloom