Pink's Greatest Fan

I am not pink’s greatest fan
I loathe it, in all honesty
But even I must acknowledge
That sometimes, sometimes pink is perfect
The blush that flows into your lover’s cheeks
That radiates warmth and love
And you know that it was you who put it there
It was you who made him feel so loved
What could ever be better than that?

I never thought that I would say this
But pink is simplicity
It is I love you and you love me
So fuck the world if they don’t agree
It’s Valentines and candy hearts
It’s pink-box chocolates, Cupid’s darts
It’s quite poetic, actually
Synonymous with love and lust
It’s really not that bad, methinks

Not that bad at all.