Maybe its her red flushed cheeks after a compliment,
Maybe its the red in his face during a fight that they know won't matter tomorrow.
Or the blue of the tears dripping from her eyes,
and the blue of her varnished fingernails as they graze his cheek.
It could be the white of her dress on that one special day,
possibly the black of his funeral after a life spent together.
But to her, the color of love was always to be the speckled green of his eyes.