She likes how she looks in lavender
No deep yellows to energize his permanence for her
No hot pink except inside
No rich purple royal sainthood
Or the vibrant green envy and jealousy he loves
No riotous reds to make him want to strip off her dress
No

No stark raving vehemence ready to explode from someone really intense inside
None of his wolf eyes disguised in wonderment
No raging fingers coursing the river of her hair
No rapids of lustful desire
Or the acid tongue and blade-like words he dominates with
No
No no

She likes how she looks wearing lavender today
Wrapped in a romance without him