Purple
My favorite color is purple
When I think of purple I think of
Lilies growing
People singing
Along with the humming birds
Flying across the sky
I think of tomorrow
Of yesterday
Of today
I think of the way
The sun rises and sets
How the moon comes out at night
And the sun kindly re-positions itself
I think of that morning cup of coffee
The sweet aroma filling the morning air
The sound of my dreams
Calling to tell me the story
Of a girl whose favorite color is purple
Sweet purple addiction
I'm in love with you.
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