I love you the reddest,
like my heart beating out of tune when you're near,
like the light mark you lipstick leaves on my cheek,
like my proclamation of love for you.
like my desire to hold you close,
like my ever growing love for you.
I love you the orangest.
like your old summer dress, with the rip near the bottom,
like the peel of an orange, that our daughter waves like a ribbon,
like the wings of a butterfly, that lands on your nose,
like the cover of your old writing journal, where you come up with songs,
like the flowers you weave into baskets.
I live you the yellowest,
like the bright shinning sun, which we swim under
like the wild daisy's, braided into your hair,
like the joy, radiating from every inch of you,
like the way you look at Eleanor, and you little sister,
like the way you move throughout your day, bouncing.
I love you the greenest,
like the new grass where you garden,
like your running tank top, you come home exhausted wearing,
like the pajama bottoms you always wear to bed,
like the color of your eyes, when you're really happy,
like the four leaf clover, preserved in Eleanor's room.
I love you the bluest,
like the waves crashing on the shore at your favorite beach,
like your eyes when your scared or excited,
like the sky we lay under, staring at clouds,
like your favorite jeans, that you wear to every place we go,
like the tears you cry when I make you laugh to hard.
I love you the indigoest.
like the sky in night late hours, with diamonds shimmering lightly.
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