Everything felt different when he looked at his eyes;
for everything was perpetual red and red was his favorite.
And all he wanted was to hold his soft, caring palms in his.
Something new was blossoming, and he was sacred to give in.
Her lips were all she saw when she talked,
and she didn't know if this right or wrong.
This new and beautiful feeling was slowly filling her up.
And all she made her think of was yellow,
and love bites left fresh and raw in the morning.
Everything was different, and different felt good.