Colourful Language

My Favourite Colour

You could spend many an hour,

Extolling the richness of reds,

With their seductive scarlet’s,

Captivating crimsons, moody mauve’s,

Beguile to me the beauty of blues,

The multi-tonal hues of the sea’s,

The ethereal majesty of the skies,

Naturalist’s out there might make a case,

For the crumbly, earthy browns,

Its affluence of life clear for all to see,

A few among you could even twist my ear,

To the golden qualities of yellow;

Attack me at a weak spot opting opinions orange,

Or even try your hand to convince,

That purple through violet is where,

I should be plumbing the depth of my affections.

What’s more is, at most, I’d agree with you,

On every point you propose,

I’d linger in the joys of every shade,

Absorb their virtue for all they can give,

For all they add to the spectrum's beauty.

Yet, when all is said and done,

My favourite colour, is still green.

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This was written after a polite rejection, my heart was tired of shallow excuses when reading between those gaping lines I just wasn't her cup of tea. A perfectly understandable thing but dressed up so as my heart sees hope where hers thinks things have been sown up nicely. This is probably as far as it'll get with the whole heart issues; otherwise we're in for some serious angst, which is no good for person or piglet.