Like a cardinal in a snowy world of white
Like a red triangle
In a Kandinsky painting
You draw my eye’s total attention
A single rose
In a white vase
So that the whole room disappears
The color of desire
The color of blood
The greatest of loves demands
Sacrifice
Crimson smeared over door lintils
The vermillion flag of revolution
It is the choosing of one
Over all the rest
If a color could glow
Like a train station at night
Take on three dimensions in a world that’s flat
You are my superhero’s cape
The hue that makes me fly
A French beret
That speaks of more than fashion
But passion
For poetry, story
A tale of unlikely winning
In a world of inevitable loss
Holding your hand
Even if it burns like fire
Red in nature is so rare
Like you are one of a kind
Ayers Rock in the middle of the desert
A ruby mushroom
On the verdant forest floor
The tongue
Of a singing meadowlark
But it has burst out
Like leaves in fall
Red is the boldest
Of lettering
On books and businesses
Though not always true
But I swear on the color of my heart
I love you