The hues of the pretty blue sky,
Never did it ask any question or say why..
The white clouds seemed to talk to the sky,
yet it still did not ask her why…
The blue and the white,
Seemed to her out of sight.. Like his heart, over which she had no right,
It to them seemed aptly contrite..
She seemed to be true,
Yet had lost herself in his so-called hue..
Only he knew,
If she was his heart’s calling or one of the few…