You? The Rainbow To My Poetries!

You?

The rainbow to my poetry!

Like the full sun and partial shade rendering the violet to my pansies.

In the mid-evening,

You're the ethereal indigo to my identifiably different sky.

Elegiac verses written just for you,

Are the cerulean blue to those emperor butterflies in my stomach when I think of you.

Constancy of the vehement hopes in my heart, like the waxen green and bronzed ivy has always been for you.

You're like the fairly temperate autumn to my maple leaves,

Proffering that subtle yellow whilst the mellow and rainy fall.

You're the bright orange that makes the unseen sunset even more serene and resplendent by your presence.

And how can I forget the scarlet red roses,

Never knew the strong connotations of them with love till that rosy-red tinged my cheeks when your eyes smiled at mine for the first time.

Maybe not today, but someday,

You'll be unable to unsee yourself in each and every color of the rainbow in my poetries.

-Aadya Srivastava