you're the warmest ray of sunrise,
golden basking in the garden.
i never liked the color orange,
until i saw your skin in the sun's hues
with early morning chills from refreshing
morning dew, the sprinklers enhanced
the scent of grass.
the horizon lit up our adventures.
it kissed you on a pier (i followed suit),
blue waves crashed to crystal white
while we stole away on the stairwell
a few moments of salt water scripture
in our own setting spotlight.
i never liked orange,
until i saw what it is born of.
diluting harsh red, too fiery my passion,
with careless yellow, so abundant in your joy
we find them fused in boiled gold.
sometimes i call it orange.
you never liked the color orange,
you've yet to see it dance
across your skin,
or you'd join me,
eyes captive,
i grew enamored.
you're the warmest ray of sunset,
golden basking in the garden.
