Captured in Amber

"A challenge, then?" She said,

One eyebrow cocked in question.

"Alright." I agreed. "Name your terms."

She smirked, "Did I not mention?".

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"Your challenge is to paint me,

consider it a portrait of sorts,

But you can use just one colour,

And share with me your thoughts."

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"One colour?" I thought. "Impossible."

But I knew that look in her eye,

The one that said, "I've got you now."

And so, I had to try.

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"How about I paint you green,

To match your pretty eyes?

Although it seems that emerald glow,

Comes only in anger rise..."

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"No, I think I'll paint you blue,

to match that sorry stare"

The look she gave me took me back,

"Behave," She said, "Or beware..."

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What colour then, should I choose,

To wholly capture you,

I sifted through the rainbow,

To find the perfect hue.

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You're not a pink, beige or brown,

And certainly not white.

You're not a red, purple or black,

Your aura is too light...

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"I know!" I said, "I've finally got it."

Your look said disbelief,

"I'm going to paint you Amber..."

Your face showed your relief.

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"You already know why, I see"

I teased, then grew sincere.

"Your intuition is your strength,

It's your 'unique' my dear."

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That knowing look in your eyes,

I knew I'd struck a chord.

Your intuition was your power,

You held it like a sword.

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Of course, there's more to you than that,

But you said I had to choose,

And Amber was the only colour,

That truly captured you.