Which is your favourite shade of blue?
Which tint you like, the most adored hue?

I could be the bright cerulean dome,
The one the dazzling sun calls home.
Or should I don brilliant azure clothes,
Hold the fluffy white clouds as they doze?

Or would you like if I wore sapphire,
Of calm ocean cradling ball of fire?
Or might I be sea water cobalt,
Mirroring the vast heavenly vault?

What takes your fancy, what is your choice?
Or would you need more before you voice?

I could be rocky lapis intense,
Mined from mountains for centuries thence.
Or would you prefer the powdered sheen,
That gives the gorgeous ultramarine?

Or maybe I could be midnight blue,
Just a shade less than black, a dark blue,
Pull the moon along on silver thread,
And scatter stars as a shiny spread?

Oh no, you do not ask me for hints!
I love blue and all its varied tints.

So is glinting ice blue more your style,
Freezing stiff lips make it tough to smile?
Maybe it is denim you cherish,
If it is comfort that you relish?

Or do you prefer bold indigo,
For it lets your creativity flow?
Or maybe mazarine better suits,
With ancient Italian royal roots?

You have some options, now you must tell!
Which is the shade that you wear quite well?

Then I could be the glinting peacock,
Which at the impending rains does squawk!
Or paint myself in cheerful turquoise,
With green and yellow in equipoise.

Or should I sway as periwinkle,
Which across the grasslands do sprinkle?
Or do I show as the cornflower,
That fill the fields after spring shower?

Shades I have told and tints I have shown,
Green to violet, spectrum I own,
Now you have to pick, do make it known,
Which hue you crown, and which takes the throne?