Stock Midnights As Beautiful As You

Stock midnights lay

scattered everywhere.

Flowers so lovely 

everyone stopped to stare.

They were indeed beautiful,

but not quite as much as you.

Tending to the flowers,

I snuck peeks at you.

You wore a frill tulip dress, 

a fierce red lipstick, and a blue tiara. 

You stood with your back straight,

oozing with pride.

You spoke with great wisdom,

and moved with grace.

Servants catering towards your every whim.

What a luxurious life you live.

Observing from afar,

I realized we were much too different to be.

Wealth, independence, an aura of grandeur.

Everything about you spoke royalty.

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So I wrote this poem about a certain color. I want know if anyone can guess that exact color. It’s a very specific color not just blue or green.