Orange

How she hated that color,

It made her ill, it made her sick,

The color of candy corn, pumpkin guts, and unnatural cheese,

The color of cold medicine, baby food, and poison-toed frogs,

Oh, how she hated orange.

Then she saw her,

She saw her lips, her smile, coated in that color,

The color she had so hated, she had so despised,

The color that sickened her, made her gag, and made her queasy,

Oh, how she fell for orange.

She saw her dress,

Drenching her in that color, drenching her heart,

The color of sunsets, popsicles in the summer, and her converse

The color of the butterflies in her stomach, candies, and the sweetest things besides her,

Oh, how she adored orange.

She saw her wedding bouquet,

As she walked down the aisle, down to the woman of her dreams,

The color of her happiness, fate, and beautiful dreams,

The color of her love, her treasured queen, and her future,

Oh, how she loved orange.