In the red.

Blushing gules show your passion, you hot head in your luscious lipstick. Alert to the danger hiding under the bed. Your claret runs free like the race horse -rum that, the flag up the pole caught in your hand. The sin and the guilt brings their wrath like a burning poker, your cross to bear and like a rag to a bull you stand squarely facing the lion with your infrared stare. Your sacrifice, your honour, rewarded by Valentine's love. You are the Roman general receiving your triumph with painted body and your heart is as an Admiral butterfly flitting from clover to rose. Beware the aggressive wolf hiding for his riding-hood look for the full-blooded prince with his leather gloves, he will show courage and leadership, whilst she blooms, her ripe fruit announcing its readiness with its crimson colour.