Red was her color So was green She wore blue sometimes And all else in between Suited her well All in the spectrum Some enhanced her grace Beauty provided some With colors in hand Went for her search With sole aim in mind Of gaining one touch Found her waiting Lookin for me With a bucket full of water And a mischievous glee Drenched was my heart, Mind, body and soul Filled with great joy over Fleeting touches i stole Blushed were we both And very much keen Red was her color So was green
I am not a poet. But these words came to me out of nowhere. I wrote them, read them and re-read them. Only one word could describe what I had written. Hence, they are my Poems.