01 ʚ deep pink
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I wasn't just red with love.
No, I was more a deep pink,
The shade sweet roses take before they bloom.
A color so sweet, only sweet love could it consume.
Pink, a swirl of white, a little dash of red.
Yes, it was love, only love was I fed.
This color was the thing that led me through the day,
The only deep color I could see or say.
But really, it wasn't just pink, in all honestly it was not,
The pink was a color that through and through it fought,
It fought through the red that tried to conquer,
The white mixed in but it was all a blur.
And that's how love was, fighting and tough,
Dealing with scandalous accusations of bluff,
But it was worth all the twists and turns,
Because sweet love and sweet pink was what it could return,
Happiness of the deep, deep pink.
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