Her dress is yellow, pale and light

she watches tiny bluebird's flight.

Her smile is wide,

her hands are clasped

like one who rapture's

joys have passed.

Her laugh is gay,

her eyes are bright,

embracing summer,

spurning night.

However, as she

prances here,

a little daisy

without fear,

her frilly dress

and satin bow

are mocked by one

she'll never know.

For, as she skips along

the path, her opposite

hides in secret wrath;

the only reason for

his scorn is that

Sunny's made

his patience worn.

He's tried to tempt her

with his tricks,

his sullenness,

his elation nix, but

as he watches her

flit by,

he realizes that

she'd rather die

than hold court

with a yearning spy.

The truth is that

he longs for light

but feeds off darkness;

sultry night

He'll never know her

blissful glee

Her carefree days

he'll never see.

She's trapped in him,

and he in she,

and both of them

reside in me.