Something Blue

My mother said I had to wear something blue. I wonder how blue a woman has to be in this world, to say yes to a man of absolute perfection. The object of my utter love and affection. I'm crying tears of crystal blue, and I cried many more living in the ocean of despair. The ocean I swam in for what felt like an ethereal eternity, waiting for him to find rescue of a certain death on the same shore as me.

I waited for years and years just to hold a hand, a glimpse of admiration that is projected by the splittered mirror encased in silver that is his heart.

I wouldn't need something old my mother said, my love for him has lived through many lifetimes. I used to think I had a heart of gold, but then gold and silver don't match, my mother used to say.

How golden can something so blue ever be? A golden marriage. A blue marriage. I'd settle for anything with him.

And if that 'something blue' is all I can reach from the faults of this life, I'll happily say yes.

So yes, I got something blue, and to me it's worth more than any ring of silver or gold could ever be.