Blue
My love is blue,
the hue of Lake Ontario today.
His hands the wind,
running his fingers through my hair.
His voice the waves,
singing a gentle lullaby this afternoon.
The sixth day of March,
we welcome Spring's early arrival.
Winter barely visited this year,
has Mr. Frost melted in my embrace?
How else could the story end
when I'm a daughter of the fiery sun?
Like Romeo and Juliet
we were destined to be star-crossed lovers.
So I look on the lake
hugging the scene with my eyes,
while Mr. Pre Historic stands by my side,
holding my love in his bottle.
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ramblings from a mysterious mind who thinks that in another life she was probably the fool of queens.
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