When I See Red!

I know there are no colors,

Special or not so special

I know there are no colors,

Which define you or me,

But why is it that,

When I see Red,

I remember a lot about you and me.

I remember the first time we met,

I remember the first time we held hands,

I remember the first time I cried,

Over a fight with you.

I still remember the first time you left me,

To go not so far away,

But still the heart missed the hours,

Away from you.

But why should the word "Hatred",

Have the word Red in it?

Is it because I am possessive for you?

Or because you don't understand so.

For Red does define you

It defines me

It defines the life of you and me

It says a lot that words can't say,

It says a lot that actions don't

It is a lifetime of passion, love and more

It is just Red, a fiery, passionate Red