Blue Hue

It is her favorite color
I imagine if it were the color of a room
It would be her favorite room in the place
Then I should be her favorite because,
It is the color of my face

It is my color when my eyes can't see her
It is my color when my hands can't touch her
It is my color when my arms can't hold her
It is my color when my ears can't hear her

I become stuck,
In this world of mine I know not what to do
My color of sad is one color
But that color is her favorite too

What is it about her?
Why do I dream of her with me,
Dancing in flowers this color more than I should?
My problem is,
I've got it bad, and That ain't good

I am only a man
You would understand if it was her you knew
If given the chance
Just one little chance
I'll love that color too
That lovely Bluish Hue