Crazy Woman

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.