You are the colour of borrowed books and fidgety feet

The colour of last week’s lip print on a mug of ginger tea

Impatience painted on the lips of thee

Expended time with no receipt.

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You are the colour of a love acknowledged

Loud in laughter, drowned in delight

Textured with our follies, our fears, our frights

Yet varnished with hope and sealed with courage.