The nightingale, in heartbreak,
Trills out in dulcet pain
And you and I are green and hale
And fresh as April rain.
The Prince of all my Charmings
A paragon of dreams,
My Puss in Boots, in your catsuits,
I, the white kitten, it seems.
O you whose fiery nature glows
Stole on me unaware,
And made my dreary life a rose:
A blue rose, wild and rare!
Our rose was never gathered.
The rosebud never bloomed.
You dandelion! You've gathered
All the gold and I the gloom.
You've hoarded each great miracle!
(Fool's Paradise discloses)
While I, your fool, inherit all
Blue moons and all blue roses.
Copyright 2009 Anissa Nedzel Gage
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