Blue


Blue is the color of a lover's tears
as her fallen soldier is lowered to the ground
Lost is the smile her beauty once owned,
so worn and broken by the thorn
She does not blame or hate with anger
for love is pure as a flower is sweet
Blue is the color of her mourning eyes
which poured down tears to lie at his feet
Widow is a lost word upon her lips
where once she owned his very kiss
She does not blame or hate with anger
for love is kind as a mother's touch is gentle
Blue is the color of her satin shoes
last worn on the night when she said, "I do"
To lie awake in the darkest hour
without his comfort to quench her fears
She does not blame or hate with anger
for love forgives as a humble saint prays
Blue is the color of his cold skin
now lost from her to join the wind
No more are her days of good-night kisses
or long lost hours of sweet daydreams
She does not blame or hate with anger
for love is forever as heaven is beautiful

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