In the midst of whispered doubts and fears, A love once tangled, frayed with years, She held her secrets tight and near, Not trusting love, nor what she’d hear. He asked her once, "Your favorite hue?" She looked away, her silence grew, Afraid of truth, of what might fly, A heart trapped 'neath a guarded sky. Yet time unfolds its gentle art, Healing cracks in the tender heart, So when they met with eyes anew, She smiled, embraced in morning's hue. "Yellow," she said, with sunlit grace, The color of a love's embrace, Warmth and light, a softened bold, Once unspoken, now revealed in gold.