If her heart almost cherry red, a fiery spark,
Not quite love's crimson, but leaving its mark,
A flicker of interest, a blush on her face,
A hint of desire in this secret space.

Is it a friendship that edges on more?
A yearning unspoken, a question to explore?
Does her laughter hold a teasing delight?
A dance on the borderline, bathed in soft light.

Perhaps time will tell, what the color may be,
If cherry red blossoms, or fades silently.
But for now, the almost, sweet, tender ache,
A heart almost cherry red, for love's sweet sake.