Captured Beauty

A poem about beauty when it gets stolen away.

sparkling eyes,
azure wings,
one would sigh,
such are the pretty things,
but if they are captured,
the light gone,
your heart is ruptured,
and is woebegone,
how can you keep the good from harm,
save them from evil's fake,
but if they dismiss your welcome arm,
they must save themselves for there own sake.