Red

“red the color of the rose
red the color of your lips
red the color of your tongue….
red the color of your heart……
red the color of your passion…..”
― Marina G. Roussou

As you drip through my fingers

like a naked truth

and I hide you,

behind all the shameful veils

like a proverbial truth 

you exist

and flows in my veins;

you carry the life inside

while the giants boasts of mortality;

you are a sign of courage in the war

adorning a victory scar

turning into a grandiose reality;

A sign of new beginnings

for a blushing bride

a sign of novelty;

You give the reason 

for celebrations

with the harvest reaped 

so grandly;

you are always 

deemed

a sign of prosperity;

you are a sign of pubescence

with the nod 

opens up the door,

to the new realms

for the little girl

turning into a woman

oh! so gently;

defines the beauty of the 

rose

shaping its effervescent beauty;

assign the royalty

to the royals

with every thread

in the tapestry;

a salutation by the setting sun

spreading the love

passionately;

hinting the passion 

in those blushed cheeks

you define love radiantly;

You, the color “red”

is the mighty color 

in all the spectrum

I believe.

Photo by Julien Laurent on Unsplash

This post is in response to the daily prompt Blush