You, babe, are the perfect color,

Whatever that color may be,

Be it red for love, the way you love,

The way you treat a broken me.

Or a rose, a rich red rose,

The one Romeo called his Juliet,

And in the morning and in the eve,

You are my dawn and my sunset.

But I can bet,

You are more than you let on,

More than what eyes can see,

A color beyond, a color strong,

You are whats right for me.

You, babe, are the perfect color,

Both inside and out,

Perhaps the color orange,

A color that warns us when danger is about.

You protect me from harm,

A watchful scout,

With your arm wrapped in mine,

To led me to the light

When all the lights go out.

So there is no doubt,

In my mind,

What color you are to me,

A color bright, a color kind,

You are what sets my soul free.

You, babe, are the perfect color,

You glow when you enter the room,

The color yellow does not compare,

As you wipe away my gloom.

You are the sun and I the sunflower,

To follow across the sky,

And wait again till you shine again,

When the morning comes to spy.

So stay awhile,

You make me smile,

I didn't know I could feel this spark,

You are the color worthwhile,

And with you there is no dark.

You, babe, are the perfect color,

The color in mother nature's leaves,

A shade of green in a summer glory,

The life in me you breathe.

You're the grass on which I lay,

As I run my fingers through your hair,

Whispering those sweet nothings,

Telling you how much I care.

Grow with me I say,

As trees and flowers do,

When they break through concrete and clay,

To stand mighty amongst the gray hues.

So I pray,

You lead the way,

And together we will sprout.

This color fierce, this lively display,

To a tree in full bloom no doubt.

You, babe, are the perfect color,

The color in the sky and seas,

A blissful blue, a color true,

To way you wash over me.

But blue is not always a happy thug,

Sometimes it looms over joy,

Yet you surround me, drown me in hugs,

Knowing it's a temporary ploy.

So it's hard to be blue,

When I'm around you,

I can feel it in your tender touch,

You've seen my worse, yet hold me like glue,

For in my blue you still love me so much.

You, babe, are the perfect color,

As royalty once dressed,

In purple wares and elaborate affairs,

A color meant to impress.

And impressed I am,

This scent of lavender addressing the air,

You are the jewel in my crown,

That regal perfume, that extra little flair.

So be my sire,

And I your squire,

To fight for chivalry, country, and king,

My purple fire, my greatest desire,

You make my heart sing.

Babe, you are more than the perfect color,

You're a mixture of the lot,

I'm hard pressed to express,

How I feel with what I got.

It's describing to the blind,

How a color looks,

Because I've never seen a color quite like you,

I've read all the books,

But you shine different, brighter,

A shimmering spectrum of hues.

So be my muse,

And don't let me confuse,

These feelings I have for you to know,

For when the rain passes and the sunlight dances,

You are the perfect rainbow.