Blue

Blue,
is for the periwinkle of your eyes
the sky to the sun in your smile
the wind on the midnight of your hair.

Blue,
is for the patterns on your frame
the lights that electrify your stage
the velvet graze of your voice.

Blue,
is for the miasma on your cheeks
the sadness seen over the years
the bruises they paid your best.

Blue,
is for the purity of your charms
the pull you have on hearts
that makes them swell and burst.

True blue,
so blue,
only Adam,
only you.