The Girl He Loves
The girl is midnight, like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlight. The girl he loves is verdant, the green of the hill kissed by the summer delight. The girl he loves is coral, as the pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden. The girl he loves is crimson, red like autumn leaves that lay abandoned.
The girl he loves I can never be.
Because he's allergic to violets
And violets are too much like me. 
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- Krisargent, Fionacatherine, kenwats and idiomatic like this
