It is the color of fire
In her eyes the first day we met.
Not a raging flame, but calm,
Like the embers warming on cold days.
The flame that comforted me,
Warmed my core and my blue heart
And the sunshine that reflect in her eyes felt like a native language I needed to learn.
I didn't know how much passion you could find in reds and oranges until the summer day I met her,
Leading to playing with our mothers lipsticks and dying our skin all different shades of pink.
That day I also learned of how fast reds and oranges spread
As her eyes spread through me emotions and hope like a wildfire in a forest.
It's the opposite of me, yet,
It's colors I've grown very fond and familiar of.