Bygones

Or ever a lick of Art was done,         Or ever a one to care,     I was a Purple Polygon,         And you were a Sky-Blue Square.     You yearned for me across a void,         For I lay in a different plane,     I'd set my heart on a Red Rhomboid,         And your sighing was in vain.     You pined for me as well I knew,         And you faded day by day,     Until the Square that was heavenly Blue,         Had paled to an ashen grey.     A myriad years or less or more,         Have softly fluttered by,     Matters are much as they were before,         Except 'tis I that sigh.     I yearn for you, but I have no chance,         You lie in a different plane,     I break my heart for a single glance,         And I break said heart in vain.     And ever I grow more pale and wan,         And taste your old despair,     When I was a Purple Polygon,         And you were a Sky-Blue Square.