The color pink reminds me of you.
Your soft skin.
Your smooth voice.
A voice not without passion,
With a soothing quality.
Like a soft, warm blanket on a cool autumn day.
Curled up on the couch with a cup of warm cocoa.
It reminds me of your hugs.
The way your arms wrap around me.
It reminds me of how sweet your kiss is.
The comfort I feel when I’m close to you,
I’ve never felt anything quite like this before.
But what color am I?
Do we match?
We must in some way.
It feels so right.
At least it does to me.
I never thought I’d like the color pink this much.
But I do.
It reminds me of you.