She's red.
Fiery and exciting
Strong and demanding respect
Deserving it as well.

She changes things
She steals the moment
She steals the show

Every time
She smiles.
She's red.
And God
Do I love that color.

She was blue for a while
Sweet and kind and concerned.

Calming music.
Calming color.
They put it up in hospitals and bedrooms.
Baby boy blue.
It's supposed to settle you
Help you breathe.

When she was blue,
Breathing wasn't a chore.
When she was blue
Living was second nature.
She had me at Blue.

She was gray once.
That confusing in between the lines type of gray
Where it might be a nice day.

Foggy
Overcast
Sweet

The sun trying to get through.
She was covering the Sun
But still I knew
Below
That she was Gray.

The first time she changed color

She was orange.

The space between
Different shades.
Not quite sure
What to expect.
Not quite sure
How she should be treated.

So she became Orange.

It wasn't beautiful.
It wasn't soft.
It was unforgiving.

Not a sunset.
Not a
Ripe
Bright
Fruit.
A hazard jacket.
                            BEWARE OF HUNTERS
She was prey.
And the orange
Was consuming her.

When she was
Orange.

She started out so plain.
Unsure of what colors
Might consume her.

Unsure of how they might
Change her.

She may be a rainbow now,
But,
While she seems beautiful,
All the colors others see,
She knows

That the bits of

Orange
              and
Gray
              and
Blue
          ­    and
Red

Mean so much
More.

My heart
Has seen a painter's brush
Or two.

She's changed shades
To suit her suitors.

But the heart
Is Red.

And now that I'm in charge

Red it will remain.