My Red hair, the blood that drips at the tip.
See my color, in the light, in the night.
My Blue ware, the caring core speaks a slip.
See my color, in a fight, in a flight.

I see your color is the same as mine,
Why do you show your Red but not your Blue?
I see not a blend but a hint so fine.
Why fear your Blue? It should share your hue.

Should I be more Blue? The one that you lust.
Should I be more Red? The one that you want.
I could show you love, I could give you trust.
Then your inner Blue will be your new haunt.

Your long Red hair, the color that I seek.
Our Red hair, the common thought that we speak.