White.
If I had to assign you a color, it'd be white.

Pure, like the freshest snow. Like a crisp new bed sheet straight from the package.

White like the fluffiest cloud against a sky blue backdrop.

You radiate.

It's blinding.

You're rare, endangered like the polar bears that live in the artic.

Sweeter than a vanilla marshmallow from a freshly opened bag.

You're sly.

Like an Artic fox waiting for it's prey
You caught me off gaurd.

I love it.

I thrive in your grasp.

Pearlescent, just like the smile I'm sure you hide.

I love white.

The combination of everything.

Just like you.

I'd love to stain you.

Mark you with the colors of my past, my troubles.

I'd like to paint you from head to toe.

Then you wouldn't be white. Instead you'd be mine.

Blue like my sky,

Green like the fresh morning grass.

Red like the strawberries I've to bite.

Black like the hole that resides in my chest.

Grey like the smoke that constantly fills my lungs.

If only I could taint  you—A canvas, with all my failures, my triumph.

Won't you please...let me stain you?