True Colors

I hope I have the physics right.  This poem was triggered by thoughts about the nature of light and color.

                                                          True Colors

                                         An object absorbs the light that excites
                                         its electrons and rejects what leaves it
                                         cold. Rejection is reflection, so we see
                                         the world in cast-off colors. The apple’s
                                         red only because it embraces the rest
                                         of the spectrum, spurning all shades of
                                         scarlet. Everything radiates remains
                                         of unrequited love; the artist’s eye
                                         relishes and rescues what was rejected.