By Anonymous
And she fought a pink hue because she knew what it would do
As if thought ought to win against what never loses
Reflexive hushing
Cannot dam the next time rushing
And she blushed a pink so faint that it must have been true
As if a secret was concealing itself from you
Something blooming
A crushing renewing
And she turned a pink so bright it was burning
As if eating away at her with yearning
Inevitable doom being
All consuming
It is hard to be young without learning
And she flushed a pink so dark it was maroon
As if it hurt to feel
So suddenly so soon
Squeezing periodically
A human’s duty amusing cruelty
She tinges with a pinkish tint
It all grows from within slowly
Glowing softly
Beauty