Boo Hoo Blue

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun,
because they’re blue.
Blue, like the oceans I gaze upon when she is gone.
Blue, like the moon on a hopeful night.
Blue, like the dewy, jewell encrusted sky that sits above us, as I wait.
Blue, like my heart, when minutes become hours, and hours become aching.

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