It is the essence that pumps through my veins
The color of my cheeks when I think of him
My hearts everlasting defiance
It is the color of their voices- an emptiness
The end of the battle
It is the burning desire, a fierce passion
It is the color of the danger
The beginning of a revolution
It is not the color of his eyes
But it is the color I think of most often
It is the shade of the sky when it ignites
When thoughts can never be stolen
It is the confinement of an adventurous spirit
It is the thrill, the moment you feel yourself living
Our hopes and our frustrations
The feeling when you prove them all wrong
It was the color that began our story and the color that ended theirs
