Colours of Love

I'd wear pink, To meet him for the first time So that he'd know that I am soft Even if I hold a steady pout on my face Just so as to appear like A Viking Queen! I'd wear white To meet him for a night date So that he'd just look at me And see, reflected from my shine, The meaning of innocence and purity And would therefore make it a must To treat me as he would himself Be deemed to be treated like! I'd wear red For both our wedding ceremony and Our wedding night So that he'd tremble and shake With insurmountable passion Creating jolts of tsunami waves in him, Bidding him to want to hold my heart in his And to never want to let go! But my love be my muse And even if my life remains dedicated towards Meeting him somewhere where the horizon Merges with the skyline, Somewhere where I shall relish the feel of the wind On my face as well as its caress upon my hair, My love writes of its story solely for him And while I shall be treading upon the marshy lands Of this uncertain world, I shall wear all the colours that are known Merely because my time spent here Is a celebration of my muse-ful love