Your My New Favorite Colour Poem by khalil Majlaton

In prior affairs I have been less acquainted with lovers,
with not much concern of whom they may be.
with me they are enamored but my interests are adverse.
Though our talks may be short, there lies an intimacy.
How could this be so, for we are almost complete strangers?
Not for long, the pursuit has begun, as you can see.
I must think ahead for in the future there may be dangers:
in a past exchange you mentioned you were married.
I don't want to start trouble or be the cause of one's angers.
I would never want you mad as though you were harried.
It has happened to all of us and it's something I dread,
but I must express my feelings, they cannot stay buried:
You brought me to life with words you have said,
you're my new favorite colour and your name is Red.