My name is not one that is so easily forgotten. I’ve met faces who shake my hand and admit that my name has a familiar ring. It will wrap itself around your tongue, take shelter in the grooves of your brain, etch itself into your flesh, and make a drumbeat of your pounding heart.
I am the red flowers that bloom in the Western Cape. I am the violet quartz, the precious gemstone, and I may be worn around your finger or wrapped around your neck if the month of lovers breathed life into your lungs.
I am rooted in the grounds of Israel. I was promised by God in the Hebrew tongue. My blood is spread over the Middle East, my complexion is of light-bathed soil, and I am a unity of scattered heritage.
You cannot forget me, no matter how you may try. I am cradled in the back of your mind. I live in shades of red, from flowers to blood. I live in shades of purple, from gemstones to sunsets. I am the embodiment of love, and I linger in every inch of this Earth.