There is two versions I wrote for this. The assignment was basically to write what you think when thinking of the color red and I did a description.

Version 1
Red. Red is the color of my journal. The place where my creativity runs wild. It is the dormant dark red hate that lays inside me, but it is also the bright beautiful red of the love that bubbles over. Red is the shiny bright Apple that sits in a basket at my grandmothers house and adorns her Apple nicknacks as well. It is the wincing red sunburns from the heat of my summer day and the watermelon after.

Version 2
Red? When you ask me what the color red means to me I say love. The cliche red love in books and poems. From the cute furious red butterflies that cast away my breath to the little red love hearts that gently pop behind me when I walk. The deep red blush that only you could cause and the red bubbly love that pours over when you're near. It's the fireworks that blow up in my head after every adorable surprise you plan. You of course won't be reading this, but this carefully described red is love, and it is directed only to you.