YOUR BLUE EYES NEVER ONE LIE TOLD
By D.B. Pacini-Christensen
Email: latenightwriter53@gmail.com
Verse One:
You were born in March, 1853,
I was born one hundred years later in February.
We are separated by a century,
But on starry starry nights you come to me.
Verse Two:
Many people were cruel I know,
Where a million tulips grow in a row,
Where strong winds make windmills go,
Where canals gently ebb and flow.
Verse Three:
Canvases of black crows and vibrant bales of hay,
Golden wheat fields warmed by a bright blue-skied day,
Cottages, churches, and cypress trees that sway,
Each still have so much to say.
Chorus:
Your blue eyes never one lie told,
Even though sorrow dwelled in your soul,
Your hand made yellow sunflowers glow like gold,
From your humble palette true love flowed.
Verse Four:
Did you know that in a future time,
You’d be celebrated by a world that treated you unkind?
Did you know your art would masterfully entwine,
Every color of nature in a perfect rhyme?
Verse Five:
Your paintings had no demand when they were new,
How much they are worth today would astonish you.
I’m not the only one who hopes that you somehow knew,
They’d be windows of beauty we would always look through.
Verse Six:
Your mother and father couldn’t see beyond your scars.
Your brother and sister-in-law believed you would go far.
Today you are one of the art world’s greatest super stars.
Thank you Vincent van Gogh, wherever you are.
Chorus:
Your blue eyes never one lie told,
Even though sorrow dwelled in your soul.
Your hand made yellow sunflowers glow like gold,
From your humble palette true love flowed.
(Repeat Chorus)
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