Shades of Red
When you first took notice of me, I was cherry.
My cheeks contained just the right amount of rose as I smiled at you for the first time.
When you first kissed me, I was ruby.
My heart pumped quicker and may have even became a shade brighter.
When you first made me feel special, I was scarlet.
I had never felt as important as I did in that short amount of time.
When you first made me feel bothersome, I became wine.
My feelings for you were a deep merlot color that I mistakenly took on.
When you first got angry with me, I had become salmon.
With each piercing word, my hue weakened.
When you first wanted me back, I was already sangria.
Flavorful as ever, delectable and untroubled.