Black and Blue

Of all the things, Black and Blue;
No to thee, no fear, no clue
Why to tears I found in you,
I seek these things not Black but Blue

Of shades I do, of Black and Blue
Of oaks in nights, of anger true
How lacewings fly in further ado
Its flame of mine, its Black not Blue

Of pleasured jocose, I found anew
Yet fools not do of so untrue
How so dumb no vibrant hue
It's dark inside of Black and Blue