Then & Now.

Crimson were her cheeks when he confessed his love

Crimson was her face out of the happiness he gave her

Crimson were her hands when she applied henna

Crimson was her parting when he filled vermillion

Crimson was the dot she wore on his name

Crimson was her body when he made love to her

Purple are her cheeks when he pummels her

Purple is her face which silently endures 

Purple are her hands when they are tied

Purple are her feet craving for an escape

Purple are her lips trembling in misery

Purple is her body, weary of all the pain