Blue was the streak,
in her raven, dark hair,
hiding the face,
of the one, unaware
of a new love,
if she would dare,
as I caught a glimpse,
from the top of the stair.
Blue was the streak,
in her raven, dark hair,
hiding the face,
of the one, unaware
of a new love,
if she would dare,
as I caught a glimpse,
from the top of the stair.