Backtracking #3: Lovecolours

To her,
The colour of love is painted red
Like flaming fire,
Or caressing velvet

To him,
The colour of love would be gold
That reflected the sun, the moon
Precious and beautiful to behold

For me,
My love is coloured
By many hues;
Red like velvet, or fiery flame
Green like fresh leaves;
Bruising purple, a mark—
And magenta like Apollo descending
His blue throne in the sky
And cotton white,
And yellow like
The pot of gold
At the feet of a rainbow.