Someone I knew

Thought thou were atypical,

Thought thou were bloom.

Affection and Praise,

Ruled this vacant heart.

Thy grace was something,

Eyes were innocent,

Curious were they indeed,

As thou glided this realm.

A muse echoed this hollow,

Questioned back the minstrel,

Someone so soft and passionate,

Would happen to exist?

Thou, prize to everyone,

Men fought for thou,

Distinct was the minstrel,

Alas, faced the loss.

Yet the beauty fades,

Conscious played the role,

A flawed to thou I was,

So walked away thou, cold.