True Blue
Don’t be as ice to me this day.
Did I do something you now hate?
What’s my offense that seems to grate
upon your soul, tell I now pray.
Were we not lovers yesterday,
when you put sweet lips close to mine
with hazel eyes that seem to shine
as I held you in a soft way.
Then I said June comes after May
when we can tie the marriage bow.
Yes, Angel, know your face will glow
and we will be as one some say.
What you overhear is not true
For I am true as sky is blue.
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