His voice was a deep red like the blood coursing through my abandoned veins, like the silk on a wedding dress.
His aura was a orange, a enticing warning,like a class A drug..addictive no matter how many times you take it.

His personality a bright yellow like a sunflower in a war-zone.
And you my love were a scarlet and I a striking cobalt,
and when we collided we created a lilac so beautiful.
But the lilac we made was messy...rushed...and then my delicate sleeper we were divided.