My true lover will give me blue roses.
No, not the usual red,
Red is not this,
This love they said,
It would be.
Love is not red, like anger
My love is not angry.
Nor the blood through my veins.
Love may well just be my blue veins,
Helping the blood current flow
To give me life.
Give me life
Love is sad, calm and pathetic.
My love is ocean’s depth,
Dark,unexpected, full of mistery.
Blue our love
Our ocean blue, whether it may
Be light blue, winter sky.
Be turquoise,indigo,be royal blue
Just like the midnight.
Our blue is steel,
Strong, never-ending,never-dying, ours.
Why would he ever give me red?
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
My true lover will give me blue roses.
No, not the usual red,
Red is not this,
This love they said,
It would be.
Love is not red, like anger
My love is not angry.
Nor the blood through my veins.
Love may well just be my blue veins,
Helping the blood current flow
To give me life.
Give me life
Love is sad, calm and pathetic.
My love is ocean’s depth,
Dark,unexpected, full of mistery.
Blue our love
Our ocean blue, whether it may
Be light blue, winter sky.
Be turquoise,indigo,be royal blue
Just like the midnight.
Our blue is steel,
Strong, never-ending,never-dying, ours.
Why would he ever give me red?
Saw a photo of blue roses and thought of this.
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