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“It must be you.” 

The king said. 

My angel smiled

“I do believe that is true.”

For an age that was the final word

But oh.

The world still turned.

“Purple does not go with red.”

And my angel cried.

“That’s him,” i told myself

The one in white

Skin like feathers

Carrying the wings of an angel

“Wow,” he said. “You look nice.”

I didn’t know his heart wasn’t aflame

Until the day his color changed

“Purple doesn’t go with red.”

So he said.

I saw no more joy ahead.

My friend came over.

He pulled me from my bed.

I told him it all

The broken tale

From beginning to tragic end

Through it i cried

Because though it burned to see

Purple doesn’t go with red.

He held me tight

“I’m sorry my dear, 

Your treatment was anything but right.

You’ve dealt with such tragedy.”

The king stumbled home

Smiling with glee

I cried to him:

“What happened to thee?

Do you not cry? Do you not ache?”

He turned and said

“Oh, how i ache, 

Oh, how i cry,

But one thing i know now, child;

The angels never did so for me.”

I told him how

His people begged to pass on his crown

And wanted to hand it to me.

The king smiled and the next things to happen

Were nothing I could have foreseen.

“There will be no king quite like me.

However, child, I cannot rule for all eternity.”

He took the silver and gold

Out from the crown on his head

And placed it in my hand

Before once more escaping the cold

My friend took me for a walk

Out among a million grains of sand

And asked me a question:

“My dear, would you take my hand?

And make me the happiest man in the world?”

It took my soul a second

I’d wished for that moment more than a year

But it only made sense to me then

What I said to him

I don’t think he was prepared to hear

“As much as I adore you,

And I would love to hold your hand

I shan’t take your heart from thee.”

He must have known my fear

Or perhaps was able to read me

Like adorned pages of a book

“My dear, my dear, my dear

You would be not a crook

For I’m giving it to thee

Willingly.”

And at last I could see

The first angel was no divinity

For he was but a devil to me.

My true angel