The color of a fiercely beating heart
The hue you grew when you first heard “I do”
The fire that rages, deep within my art.
It can combat its calmer brother, blue.
It is the color that provides us life
and yet it's that which signifies our death.
A cross that seeks to stop sickness and strife
A wounded warrior's gasped final breath
The budding tenderness of Valentines
The crimson radiance of setting suns
The flaming hope which in the darkness shines
The color of one's nipples when one runs.
And yet, all of the many things I've said
can be conveyed with just the color red.