Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Color My Love Red

The prime color that I think of

When with him in love I did fall,

Is the color red for my love,

The color I like to recall

When thinking of him causes me

To first feel colored blue and gray,

Because too soon the tears did be.

Together we'd no longer stay.

October when red be fall leaves,

We met, I knew my Mister Right.

But in December came my grieves,

He left me blue and gray as night.

I was 20, he 29,

Too old he said to remain mine.