Flavours

I sometimes wonder,what does purple taste like?
Does it taste like emotions oh so merry?
Is it sweeter than a cherry?

Purple grapes,and purple fruit slices.
It makes you drool.
You want it so bad and you almost feel like a fool.

Does purple taste like freedom?
Does it taste like equality?
Or maybe another purple food?

Does it change and improve your mood?
And would it survive a flood?
Purple is oh so divine.

Purple represents royalty.
Such as purple roses.
They represent oh so many things.

Enchantment oh so magical.
Mysterious scent,deep admiration.
And you wonder what it meant.

Purple roses as an example.
They convey true love.
From first sight,a purple shirt.

Combine it with a skirt.
And purple flowers in my hair.
I know that if I wear my favorite color.

I will look oh so fair.
At one point I tried on a purple dress.
It hugged my curves and carress.

Purple is mysterious and deep.
Make into a pastel.
And you’ll have peaceful sleep.

Purple pajamas.
And my purple eyes too.
One day I’ll be a shade of purple.

And you will be too.
I will see the world in purple.
And it will taste divine.

No matter how you pass the time.
And flavours mix and chyme.
Purple pen as I rhyme.

And I know everything will be fine.
Could I make purple moonlight too?
I know I will cherish it,even if it has become baby blue.

Pink or yellow too.
Flavours in different colors.
Each one has different powers.

And each is worn a different day.
Like white weddings all the way.
So what if I make mine purple?

With lots of purple champagne.
And a pastel purple cake.
I know purple frosting will improve anything I bake.

And one day,I will swim in a moonlit lake.
With the loving moon by my side.
If only it’s purple,I may let it slide.