Do I judge what my eyes can give me in a minute
Or take to heart the tenderness of your embrace?
They speak judgement between right and wrong
though they find in themselves, the lonely song.
I can't tell you, depth nor length my love may reach
But I can tell you that it settles between the folds,
the creases, the unseen pieces of my heart.
The birds flutter in codes, the clouds hold cameras
but I've seen what it is about yourself I can't deny-
you are not pretty, pretty is too simple a word;
you are beautiful and though the cloud may rain
you are the rainbow captured at the end of it all,
that merely says "smile for the cameras because-
this world, it's a dangerous place but together
we'll light this life up like we're main characters
on a stage".