The Language of Red

In shades of Red, my heart does speak,

Of love and passion, that is pure and meek.

It’s a colour that holds immense power,

A symbol of emotions, that we all devour.

Paint me Red, the colour of passion,

Of love and romance, in its truest fashion.

With every brushstroke, my soul comes alive,

In hues that burn, and thrive.

It is the colour that makes my heart race,

A feeling that I cannot replace.

Red is the hue of a life well-lived,

Of taking chances and never giving in.

It’s the colour that paints the sky at dawn,

The colour that says “you can’t go wrong”.

Paint me Red, in tones that scream,

Of all the dreams I hope to redeem.

It’s a colour that’s bold and unafraid,

Of every hurdle that life has made.

In every shade, there is a different tone,

A colour that speaks, when words are unknown.

The shade of adventure, the thrill of the ride,

A feeling of freedom, with nothing to hide.

Paint me Red, in a hue that’s bold,

A colour that is fierce, and never grows old.

In every stroke, let it tell a tale,

Of a woman who is strong, and cannot fail.

For Red is the colour of sacrifice,

Of the battles fought, at any price.

It’s the colour of love, that’s deep and true,

Of a passion that burns, just like a flame should do.

So paint me Red, with colours that ignite,

An intense shade, full of might.

Let it tell the story of the woman that is me,

A spirit that is unbreakable, and always free.

– Maroof

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