Blowing bubbles

My precious little bubble

Soaring in the blue

Enchanting, oh so lovely

A perfect sight to view.

No edges and no curves

Always so round and light

With your silky looking gloss

You were my day and night.

My precious little bubble

So colourful inside

All those shapes and sizes

Neither prejudice nor pride.

Playing with yourself

A hypnotising dance -

In the atmosphere

Ruled a bitter, cruel romance.

My precious little bubble

To me you meant the world

The beauty and perfection -

Naivety deludes a girl.

Your colours were so bright

Playing out in harmony

How come did I not perceive

Your utter, cold transparency.

My precious little bubble

You now go round and round

Suddenly the air is gone

And you make towards the ground.

I watched you pop and melt away

Into the blossom’s rope

Did you ever think you’d live

When you are really made of soap?