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.
Copyright © Green Leaf | Year Posted 2010
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