The colour of love, the colour of roses
But also as a symbol of danger it poses
A sign of life in the form of blood
Is there even a soul who dislikes it in the world?
The queen of sultry from dresses to cherries
And glossy lips , wine and strawberries
It can empower a woman, taking a spot on her forehead
Or make her impure, confining her for days to her bed
A control freak by nature, loves to be in charge all the time
It sets boundaries for even the rainbows that shine
Who else could dare stop vehicles on busy streets
Or make women too ominous for even God to greet !
LIVING THE DREAM 