Am I glowing soft or dazzling loud tonight?
A firefly’s flicker or a city light?
Do I linger muted, like whispers near,
Or blaze like skies when storms appear?
Am I the edge where dawn meets night,
A hidden bloom in borrowed light?
A fleeting flame that dares to flare,
Or a steady pulse of something rare.
Oh, I’m a hue that bends the rules,
A swirling brush that fools the fools.
Fierce and vivid, yet coyly demure,
An enticing splash that sparkles so sure.
Am I coral deep, where oceans spray?
Or a lover’s blush at the peak of play?
Do I burst through the sky with a shooting mark,
A sizzling, fiery, electric neon arc?
I’m the curve of a smile, a secret affair,
The stroke of a breeze on skin laid bare.
Do I pull you close, do I hold you still?
A tint untamed, a trembling thrill.
Oh, I’m a hue that bends the rules,
A swirling brush that fools the fools.
Fierce and vivid, yet coyly demure,
An enticing splash that sparkles so sure.
Am I brave as lips that never lie?
Or a touch that lingers, whispering “hi”?
I’m a secret kiss you won’t pass by,
A restless rush you can’t deny.
And as I shimmer brightly, bold and brilliant,
I wonder, still, is this mystery so tough?
The question of—
“Am I pink enough?”
Hell, yes, I’m blazing more radiantly than the sun,
A thousand hues rolled into one.
Not just a shade, I’m the whole damn display—
Unyielding, luminous, in every way.
So ask again, and I’ll remind you twice—
I’m more than enough. I’m paradise.
Oh, I’m a hue that bends the rules,
A swirling brush that fools the fools.
Fierce and vivid, yet coyly demure,
An enticing splash that sparkles so sure.