Under the blanket, across the skies
Your love wraps around me anew.
Whispering what I dare to ignore
'Are you the dart? An arrow? Give me a clue.'
The clue, Dear Fiyero is not for you to know.
The life without words, my Underground mystery takes on a different hue.
The flame of our passion ignites,
Despite the danger, the bewitching need of comfort. For who?
From the Grasslands of the Thousand Years, you roamed to this city,
I rode on the back of the wind, for knowledge. For love? For you.
Your Fae, Miss Elphaba if you will.
Am I too green for you? Are you too blue?