This is something I have admitted to absolutely no one.
To me, she is the rainbow. So whenever I get the time, I'll add another color and tell you why she is.
Blue are the color of her eyes as she gazes into mine as I get into the passengers seat of her Chevy Cavalier. Blue is the color of the sky as I look through her windshield the Sunny Friday afternoon as we drive down blunt road singing our favorite song. Her eyes are the blues that engulf me when I watch her kiss her boyfriend, but the blues evaporate when she turns and gives me the smile that make her blue eyes twinkle once more. Blue is the color of her sheets when we lay down at night, and she gives me the secret cuddles that I cherish more than she knows. Blue is the color of the water in the pool at the YMCA when we swam laps to get fit.
Black is the color of her nails as she runs them through my hair when I'm having a bad day. Black is the color of her walls that seem to keep us apart from reality when we trade secrets late in the night. Black is the color of her little dress that she wears when she's feeling pretty, so she should wear it always. Black is the color of her eyeliner that circle the cool pools of blue that I love so much. Black is the color of the ink of her tattoos, the ones that, if you really know her, all have significant meaning.
White is the color of her teeth when she flashes me that million-dollar smile. White is the color of her favorite dog who I envy for getting to feel her embrace every night. White is the color of her milky skin that contrasts with the night sky on warm summer nights. White is the color of her car that is her all-steel stallion. White is what her eyes are not, for they are pink from the marijuana that makes her giggle at me. White is the color of her soul, the purest soul I've ever intertwined with my own.