The Colors

I didn't go, But my gut said to go. And I knew why. It was for one reason. To see you. At homecoming, You looked stunning. Your curled caramel hair, Your coffee skin, Accented by your orange dress. You looked good in orange, Yet, you don't. You can make any color, Even the odd ones, Look stunning The reds, You make them radiant. The blacks and blues, Beautiful. White and cream, Wonderful. The greens, Grand. Take this as a compliment, Please! You can make anything look beautiful. I don't know how, But you do. You're like a color wheel, Of infinite possibilities. Everything always looks nice on you. Especially purple. You look perfect in purples.