Blue, Brown Eyed Innocence

In days as bright and full of sight.
When long is short as wrong is right.
Her beauty's stride breathing
might o'er all the night .

A guide of glimmer from heavon's
tapestry of delight. When sad is
glad and pain be pleasure.

Then she appears a celestial form,
watched by the moon the stars,
and giuded by the Heavons bright.
Exalted roses, throwing wayward
their scent as beauty scaths the air.

Brown eyed and blue,
brown hair of earthly tones
thru fancy's of hearts longing to
be painted with innocence.

Like a dew that blankets a forests
floor at dawns first warmth of light.
The Blue washes over her in
wrenching waves. A storm of
sadness envelopes her spirit.

Drenching and relentless
It pounds her sensual sincerity.
Like a shore battered and eroding;
she succumbs to the tortures' of
her, blue-torment.

Her steps as quick of her retreat
From cautious lives she will
never meet to anxious suitors
whos hearts she aimlessly
shall defeat.

The nook of sanctity's sane-
comfort and of melancholy
joys, the fruits of sorrows past.

Her boosom thus a shrine
to love. An awkward place
where none abide, and she
alone does pay a price of
lonely splender; she keeps
where not a sound is heard,
in a boosom- deaf, to feel.

This apparition drifts alone.
a ghostly figures sillouhette.
Soft It's outline vague,
over cast in sight.
From loves muted- chorus
of right. A singular past.

Brown eyed and blue;
brown hair of earthly
tones thru fancys
of hearts longing too.
She bides her time till life
runs softly thru.
And keeps the promise that
she pay her', loves eternal due.