My red is mine for a reason
My red is not scarlet, it is not quite cherry
My red is warm and hot with passion
It is love and anger; it is clean, but bloody
It is not as deep as wine, but it can still take you as far
My red is cozy, warm, and even pretty
My red is not your ruby or your vermilion
My red is mine, royal and sweet
My red smells like warm cinnamon and spices
It is passion and desire all in one
