She’s fuchsia
purple
royal blue.
She’s wine,
emerald,
turquoise.
Everyone knows it.
But you gift burnt orange
despite having heard years
of disgusted mutterings
about orange and yellow and olive
from childhood.
Burnt orange.
Burnt.
Orange.
She ponders
Surely there is a message here?
and wonders whether you would be offended
if she dyes your gift
more than she’s offended
by burnt orange.
Shawn L. Bird 
I know exactly what you mean, but you say it So much better!
lol
Tartan socks
I have only one pair of tartan socks. And one argyle pair. Maybe my husband needs tartan socks? I’d knit him a pair, but I confess, his feet are so huge, it would take a numbingly long time…
The true heart gifts in the colour of the recipient. The true heart also receives in the spirit of the giver.
lol
And that is why nothing is said to the giver, but the poet reveals the inner thoughts…