He loved her under clear skies,

Blue reflected off the ponds in her eyes.

Clouds were spent, no white in sight,

Under crystal skies.

 

When fog came down, he loved her still,

Gray swirled under window sill.

White was marbled, paint that spilled.

Beneath storm-filled skies.

 

Sherbet ran amuck above,

And covered all the girl he loved.

Her hair was coated, since she was-

Below blushing skies.