by Megan Eason
I never was too fond of the color, pink,
until I saw it deeply painted in your cheeks, pink.
I found myself noticing it in more places then,
Like how your lips were also that nice deep color, pink.
I could spot it all over town when I least expected to,
in cherry blossoms, children's sundresses, sunsets, all with the color, pink.
I sit back and wonder about how it comes in all shades,
and how all of the variants reflect you in my mind, pink.
Even the meaning of my name in Hebrew, pearl,
has bits and flecks of you inside it, pink.
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