Red

Your lips were red
I watched them as you smiled
and talked of this and that.
You smiled a red lined smile.

Your coat was red;
red as a flurry of rose petals.
The red accented your eyes.
Your eyes want to be blue
but they are a teal of honesty
you are a woman of mystery and honesty.

Your scarf was red.
It wound around you and held you,
furling in the wind like the cue of your name,
and the surrounding flair entwined
and covered your heart.
There was red in your cheeks from the cold outside.

Your dreams are dreamt in ruby hues.
In your dreams you live all the books you've ever read
and that I've read.
You are always the damsel
that the heroes want to save.
But you save them.
And I save you.
We save each, one unto another.

As the sun readies, it climbs into its Heavenly perch.
You don't need rose colored glasses
to ask what you saw in me.
I don't know what you saw.
I am strong, but I am weary.
I want to rest with you.
You have read my heart.