Colours of a personality

My three colours of choice are mine and mine alone to rejoice,

They are the colours that reflect the images I won’t soon forget

This first pigment is for a love I once knew

I’ve painted my share of portraits of you

It’s bright, it’s true...it’s a passionate hue

I use it for the things I love and the things I feel

Even under the hurt of the things I wish I would peel

I relate it to the all of the things I hold dear

It also lends to the chaos I sometimes fear

I know how robust this colour can be

Will I give into the lust, only with time will reveal

The second can be measured by the weight of darkness

For in the eyes of others, it’s seen as heartless

If I give into a history of pain I know too well, begging not to explain or tell

The mysteries to this colour are those too deep to uncover

I draw from its secret and carry it heavily onward and when the time comes,

I hope when death comes knocking he be too weary

Blinding is the colour of the stars, twinkling like the brown in your eyes

It’s the sweetest innocence I see, wrapped up in your pedigree

I use the colour to represent you, so soft, so pure, it’s a feeling of cleanliness an ounce closer to my cure

You’re my beautiful little girl and Daddy will never forget the day he held you like Romeo to Juliet