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.