Blue

Poem about love that tells a story *unfinished*

He was of a blue, deep tinted hue which turned the sage into gray.
And she simply knew he would not be subdued without appropriate pay.
So while they danced across this romance which did glide a fairytale way,
we do not know what happened, or so, we think that she got away
with a scandalous plot and things she aught not; but already it is too late.
So now he does lie and inside will cry, for his lady did work quite a play.

And there it was then they did meet again in some odd unusual way.
And as they both stared, one rustled a hair and neither had much to say.
But he was still blue with a deepening hue and she knew he was wasting away.
And yet she did little, this cold hearted brittle, to help him when he could be saved.
Instead she just smiled, said "It's been a while," and went about her cold day.
While he hung aback, gaping in fact, at her hard and methodical way.

So upon his return from that place did he learn the true meaning of her cold way.
For this was his time to take back his own right and become for what he was made.
And this little girl with the angelic curls would find herself in a haze;
For the boy she once had was burning and mad and no longer made of just clay.

So when it happened again on a day that they met and he was able to turn away,
And with a small tear, she drew him near "I'm sorry that I went away."
The look in her eyes gave quite a surprise; the truth was suddenly plain,
"Then why did you leave?" he said with reprieve, "Why could you not just stay?"

"I want you to know that I love you so, but with you I cannot stay."
She turned to leave, but he held tight her sleeve, "Believe me, it's better this way."
He could not let her go; he just had to know "What has made you this way?"

"There is on me a curse, no better, no worse. And from it I've no escape.
So should I love you, it will fall on you too, and you'd live a life of great pain."

It was then that he knew her words did ring true; but he couldn't stand idly by,
For this girl he did love and had given so much was solemnly destined to die.
"There must be a way to save you from pain," he shouted in his desperate plea
"I would give anything; I will give everything! I just want you to be with me."

But she just looked down and without a sound she was able to tell him the truth.
There was no escape, no running; no race. And there was nothing he could do.
So with a deep breath she grasped hold of regret and tearfully told him, "goodbye."
And slowly she turned, her secrets all learned; not knowing they both now would die.