Colour me Red

When I ask you to colour me red

I do not mean a bloodbath,

Or one which gives me a bestial wrath.

What I do desire is reverence instead.

When I insist on being coloured red

Neither do I demand a rosy path,

Nor do I require a recitation of Plath.

My only need is to live without being mislead.

Don’t paint me red if you can’t give me

A pure and private solace.

Ambition seems to have become an enemy.

Red brings me a hope of being truly free,

But don’t pour it over my holy embrace

If you can’t promise me regard for eternity.

P.S.- This is a Petrarchan Sonnet, following the rhyme scheme ABBA-ABBA CDE-CDE.