Lavender

You speak to me in lavender

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You speak to me in lavender
of many purple scents,
a soft and subtle fragrance
I soon, will not forget.

You dazzle me in crimson
of lips so ruby red,
their touch burns to my very soul
as passion fire's fed.

You frost me with an emerald stare,
green envy in your eyes
says, I’m trapped within your prism
until the yellows of sunrise.

You melt on me like cool ice
as your blues run down your cheeks,
when onyx clouds may bother you,
I’ll be the silver which you seek.

You play like pinks and fuchsia,
so soft, yet startling,
a fusion of magenta's
is what your smile brings.

You start an artist’s palette,
a masterpiece when through,
such lush and lavish color
is what is seen in you…..