Crazy Woman

Written by: Green Leaf

Crazy Woman Vilanelle


Do not tell her that romance is a lie; 

silver prince will come to save her from gloom- 

over her gray hair, white doves swiftly fly 

 

A true believer, she never asked why 

million roses died before they bloomed; 

do not tell her that romance is a lie 

 

she pretends she hasn't seen herself cry; 

recollecting her lost love, unresumed- 

over her gray hair, white doves swiftly fly 

 

Helium hope's flashing from the sky; 

stars reveal one's fate- or so she assumed- 

do not tell her that romance is a lie 

 

Cynics despise such dreams she lives by; 

time after time, tin loves end in tombs- 

over her gray hair, white doves swiftly fly 

 

Despite bitter facts she'd still love to try; 

waiting nervously in her frosty room- 

do not tell her that romance is a lie; 

over her gray hair, white doves swiftly fly.