Pink, my dear.

Pink my dear, yes that is it.
Pink, the color of the rose flower before it blooms,
Before its natural beauty is tainted by red.
Pink my dear, the color of cherry blossom,
That can even fall in elegance.
The colour of hearts that need not beat,
To show their splendour.
Pink my dear, is the color of life,
The color I hear when you sing,
The color I see when you smile.
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Pink, is always the colour,
Of the nicest sweets.
In that case, you were always a pink sweet to me.
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Pink, is the shade of kite we fly together,
When we wish to connect with the sky.
Pinks the color of that Gnome you brought,
That is only pretty because you own it.
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My dear, if I had to pick a single word to describe you,
I would choose pink.