Love's force

And she loved him, more than words can tell,

Before anyone had even thought to

Care about his shining blue

Dancer’s

Eyes.

Fluttering, her heart she

Gave to him,

Her love she promised forever, “For as long as the rose is considered red”, she breathed.

Icily, he did not accept her

Just reward, he could not believe in love. Too many girls had

Kicked his heart into the dirt,

Like so much disdainfully beheld garbage.

Mortally wounded, she believed she

Needed him, more than water or air, or even, the pale blue of life itself, Out of the many

Other boys in her world, who jostled for a

Place in her coveted heart. “Be my

Queen,” they all offered, proudly

Roaring in their haste. They

Scared her, like a leaf

Trampled in an effort to

Uphold as the prize. She fled their

Vividly colorful offers, “I will clothe you in silks!” “I will crown your head in the most
Wondrous of flowers.” She ran away, fleeing through

Xanthan sunlight, the color of living dandelions.

Yearning for love, for that which she could not have from Him.

Zealous, she searched once more.