Pink is the valentines heart candies that spell out 'kiss me',
That you hand to me all shy and cute as you try to ask me out.
Pink is the sky as the sun is setting on the horizon,
That we're gazing at from school steps as we talk about these blossoming feelings.
Pink are the flowers you bring me on our first date,
My favorite kind, and it fills my heart with joy that you remembered.
Pink is the strawberry milkshake we shared,
Two straws sticking out from the glass like we're in some sappy love movie.
Pink are your lips that press to my cheek,
Wishing me a goodnight as the date comes to an end sooner than we'd like.
Pink are my lips that I turn to capture yours,
Drawing you in closer than we've ever been before.
