Colour me crimson,
Dipped in that hot cherry red
Auspicious, conspicuous
Spiced wilder than chilli.
A shade so bright, it burns vivaciously
With a fury that even hell would envy
Scarlet beads of rubies
Precious this blood be.
In every drop her anguish
Her lips vermilion
Ravishing, beckoning
Come hither, lusciously sweet
Like sugar with honey.
Regal, traditional
Of poise and grace
She’s a classic vision of beauty.
Porcelain features etched on her face
Red, red O’ glorious it be.
A nation’s pride blazes
Flaming flags nip the air
‘Tis a hue donning many faces
red. Red. RED. R E D.
Yet, I prefer maroon.
Varna