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Susan K. Rowse

Red is...

Red is pink and Fuschia too
Tis crimson...blush but never blue
Its a new born girl with soft pink lips
The aging actress with ruby lips
Its tongues of passion tickled pink
Its the awe of love when dreaming thinks
Its the primary color of Crayola hearts
For the nubile young lad with Cupids darts
From pinks of a softness meant for his girl
The first kiss of being all in a whirl
Red is a passion tied for the loves
The hearts that beat gently
With pushes and shoves
Its the peaches and poesy's the rose of a chance
To open up souls for a newer type dance
The swirl of poinsettias at Christmas this year
Red...oh yes RED the nose of a reindeer
The color of Santa mixed with the white
The peppermint vision of all a goodnight
Valentine wishes and frilly curled girls
Reds, pinks and fuchsias for hearts in a whirl
Crimson the color of hearts all year long
Wanting and waiting just to belong..