Red is my favourite colour.
Dangerous and striking.
Vivid, full of liking.
Love.
Love for a certain red-head
named Ronald,
pops into mind,
immediate because like red,
is strong with love.
The soft smile behind,
reveals emotions sweet,
like a flying dove,
with it's love meet.

Red is my favourite colour,
Because a person I know flushes his face with this colour,
when he grins, excited.
Red is the colour of blood.
Red is the colour of a delicate rose bud.
Like Ron's hair when beating against the wind,
soaring up into the sky on his broomstick
but to miss or to save,
Red is the colour of sorrow and sinned.

Red wil always be my favourite color.
Ron will always stay as brave and sweet.
Until depression met,
Just like red.