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
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