Red and Blue

He is Red
And she is Blue,

He likes her
And makes coffee too.

She likes him
And dyes her hair,

He'd follow her
Almost everywhere.

She left him
On the last day of summer,

He thought she'd died -
What a stunner.

But she isn't Blue
And he isn't Red,

Her name is Kennedy
And he's Ethan instead,

She was on the beach
When Ethan ran to his quarry,

“My hair is turquoise, you dolt.”
How is that for a love story?