The Waiter

Colors Purple and Red

These I do not dread

For they are beautiful to me

They represent Strength

They represent Sacrifice

But most of all, Honesty

When you combine them together

You get the shade, which is

    The Heart of Burgundy

Within each bosom

That only two can know

There are glowing embers  

A muted flow 

When two heartbeats meet

They don't skip a beat  

So in the dark

Where quasars and quarks

Do their little thing

Remember your promise

To Honor, Love and Obey

Rebirth will begin in the spring

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This poem came to me in a dream and was meant for someone I love.  The fascinating part was the waiter, who delivered the message~he looked just like Oscar Wilde.

Oscar Wilde:  " Mere colour, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways".