I Offer Her My Blue,
The Sadness On My Soul.
For All I Hold As True
Stems From This Endless Hole.
The Wake Of Shadowed Tears
To Forgone Self Esteem.
Flowing In Fleeting Years,
A River Of Lost Dream.
She Offers Me Her Blue,
A Tender Midnight Kiss.
Awakening Anew
Beyond Pain’s Chrysalis.
A Butterfly In View,
New Dream Set Free In Flight.
She Offers Me Her Blue,
Sadness Becomes Delight.
I Offer Her My Green,
The Stain Of Broken Trust.
With Nothing Left To Glean,
Dried Hands Sifting Through Dust.
Counting The Blessings First,
Weighed Against My Own Need.
I Proffer Up The Worst,
Challenge The World’s Greed.
She Offers Me Her Green,
The Forest’s Sweet Perfume.
An Ever Crystalline
Vision Of Dogwood Bloom.
My Gypsy And My Queen,
Chasing Petals Adrift.
She Offers Me Her Green,
My Greed Becomes My Gift.
I Offer Her My Red,
Bricks Stacked To Form A Wall.
With Emotion Laid Dead
Inside, To Hide From All.
A Man Molding Vision,
In Heart, In Hope, Cast Blind.
Forming The Great Prison
Of My Subconscious Mind.
She Offers Me Her Red,
The Petals Of A Rose.
Lays Me In Love’s Own Bed,
Emotion Overflows
Passion Given Full Fled,
Past The World’s White Glove.
She Offers Me Her Red,
My Hate Becomes My Love.
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