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You look so good painted in red,
It gleams,
and the Auburn in your hair makes you glow.
I tell you this as the early morning streams through the curtains,
When the red, orange, yellow make all your freckles look, like a painted masterpiece.
You smile, a look that always makes me feel as if I'm burning in your power of a thousand stars, and tell me that your only red because of me.
Your fire,
Your glory,
And your beautiful. A radiance that only comes from a life time of burning in the fire of others.
On nights I soon find out you paint yourself in the reds of others; other touches, other shades, other people. Your fire lights the flames inside of me and I start to burn too.
My fire is stored away for it burns others, flames so strong that they scorch instead of ignite. So it stays locked away only to reawaken at others flames.
I paint you in a different shade of red this time, it stains your skin, yes. But it does not stay as long as the others. Though the amount of red drowns your flames.
You look so good painted in red.