Your warmth,

Feels similar to the Sun herself.

It wraps it’s welcoming arms around me.

And although you sometimes burn me, you keep me warm.

It’s tone is that of a bumble bee.

Your wings hum a tune of rhythm and peace .

You bring my radical, racing heart to a rest,

but sometimes I can feel your sting.

I used to hate it though,

yellow;

hated how ugly it looked.

Even though it was everywhere, I never quite saw it,

or maybe,

I just never noticed it.

Since I’ve met you I now see it.

I see it everywhere.

I see it’s ecstatic golden smile on the face of an elderly woman.

I see it’s licked fingertips on crumpled pages,

on the book that’s never put down,

I see it in you.

How you describe it.

How it makes you feel.

I too feel how yellow makes you feel, however

You are my yellow.