Blue is the Colour
Blue is the colour of my squeaky fey,
Her face lights up the darkest day.
She’s got the sweetest smile and the brightest eyes,
Beauty couldn’t have a better guise.
I sing to her and bright she glows,
Where her beauty soars only Heaven knows.
I give her poetry - she gives to me
The sweetest heart I e’er did see.
She came across into my Guild,
An angel’s gaze sapped all my will.
With her dulcet voice, my poem brought,
Its lines and words to her I taught.
Blue is the colour of my squeaky fey,
Her face lights up the darkest day.
She’s got the sweetest smile and the brightest eyes,
Beauty couldn’t have a better guise.
I go to my lands, of her I think,
Her picture’s there with every drink.
I write her a song, just a few short lines,
And savour her smile like finest wine.
Blue is the colour of my squeaky fey,
Her face lights up the darkest day.
She’s got the sweetest smile and the brightest eyes,
Beauty couldn’t have a better guise.
Beauty couldn’t have a better guise.
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(OC Author - Paul Martin)