He gave her a Rose what else could he do her bands so tied a one way avenue though not Red nor White or hard to find Blue a token to hide from kin’s retinue. He gives her a smile to bridge hyper space he’s let her down his prowess a disgrace longs for Lilac eyes that match her face oozing memories of lasting the pace. Everything was blue in the sky at dawn pitting his mood being one with the thorn a stone cold kiss for love he feels sawn in reality this his life borne. © Harry J Horsman 2016