The romance you try to find, in all the little absences that no one seems to be aware of
The lone flower among the sidewalk cracks, the simple rays of light through the leaves
The purity you have to try and look for that, is something to be treasured in a world like this
Never try to give that up for another view, this world is cruel from the skies to the streets
You hold something organic that not many people have, nor too many people appreciate
But you musn’t let that cynical claw break your wings, for you have a pure soul that can help
Even if you don’t think that you can contribute, you are innocently unaware the kindess the world needs from you
You write such beautiful stanzas from the steps you take, the small smiles you give to the sidewalk warriors across the town
From the gentle touch you give the hurt pigeon on the steps, to the small laugh you direct to the mothers child
You have such a grace about you, you hold something purely universal in the fingertip hymns you conduct on those cups of water
You must never lose that joy you have so naturally, for it is infectious to those that see you as something to inspire towards
Magnificent is your speech about the breeze in the afternoon, you talk with an open choir of unapologetic happiness
Somehow you are a living version of a sonnet, a painting that walked away from the ink, and dawned flesh and bone
There’s confusion to try and figure your presence, for you are a candle of vanilla evenings, a soothing bible psalm in the eve of dark
Don’t give up your flower crown for one of thorns, you hold a golden river in the lovely iris of your eyes, an oasis in those freckeled cheeks
Sunshine in this morning can not look as radiant as your exuberant state,
illuminating you are to the day as it washes by on your waltzing beaches
How the atlas ribs seem to map out your inner content, something of the biblical purity, but never do you judge
Only to you help and love in the maelstorm that can arise, a rare type of creature you are, rare and excitingly amazing