If I had to describe the people I've admired,
I'd do it in terms of fabric and color.
The first was an arctic blue, with a soft texture;
Like curly wool or a warm cashmere sweater.
In reflection to their authenticity.
So warm and inviting,
With an ever relaxing sort of mood.
The next was more of a tinsely type of deal
In a sapphire blue. I'd liken it
To beaded or shimmery, but
Most definitely mass-produced
And overly used.
This one I'm not sure I can count,
As my friends prefer that I date him,
But romance isn't really
Something for us two.
Nevertheless, they're hunter green
In the ever-reliable jersey
Due in part to the ease of their company
And their simplicity as well.
This last one,
I feel is definitely something rare.
In a deep red,
Not quite as vibrant as claret,
but not necessarily dark like oxblood either,
Maybe pantone's Aurora red?
To represent their passion in what they do.
An artisan silk,
Lovingly handcrafted with utmost care,
Yet flows with such ease
in the summer breeze.
These are just some,
Surely, there are more to come.
Yet I'll always wonder
how would they describe me?