She wore Blue Velvet. Bluer than velvet were her eyes. Warmer than May her tender sighs. Love was ours. Ours a love I held tightly. Feeling a rapture grow. Like a flame burning brightly. But when she left, gone was the glow of. Blue Velvet. But in my heart there"ll always be. Precious and warm, a memory. Through the years. And I still can see blue velvet through my tears. 1963. Graduation breakfast.