Edgy Tales

A love so awkward,

It was said not to last,

She mostly green,

And he with a past.

She was quite fair,

With a bendable grace,

This Boxman had edges,

And a very square face.

If the earth laughs in flowers,

The joke was perfection,

Yet the Boxman believed,

He would be the exception.

So he traveled on still,

And uphill to find,

That beneath the same light,

They were two of a kind.

When she bowed down,

To greet him,

He called her his Mrs.,

She called him Honey,

Blowing Dandelion kisses.

And when he would shape,

Into Origami style wedges,

She lithely teased him,

Tickling his edges.

All afternoon they went on,

In this way,

The smile on his face,

To the swoon of her sway...

But when the dusk came,

And the night came to hover,

The Boxman - he picked her -

Then covered his lover.

"My box will protect you,

Tomorrow we'll play,"

But with the sunrise,

She had withered away.

We have only this day,

To bask in the sun,

Tomorrow's not promised,

What today has begun.