Shades of Red

When you first took notice of me, I was cherry.

My cheeks contained just the right amount of rose as I smiled at you for the first time.

When you first kissed me, I was ruby.

My heart pumped quicker and may have even became a shade brighter.

When you first made me feel special, I was scarlet.

I had never felt as important as I did in that short amount of time.

When you first made me feel bothersome, I became wine.

My feelings for you were a deep merlot color that I mistakenly took on.

When you first got angry with me, I had become salmon.

With each piercing word, my hue weakened.

When you first wanted me back, I was already sangria.

Flavorful as ever, delectable and untroubled.