it's roses against a twilight sky,
and the exchange of sweet nothings.

or,
floating embers burning,
children of a dancing flame.

maybe,
it's velvet cake topped with cream-cheese icing,
baked special for a loved one.

could be,
sweet strawberries ripe on the vine,
ready for picking.

possibly,
it's a summer sunset,
scattered with cotton-candy clouds.

whatever red is,
it's my colour.