If dark is so bright and so pure and so naive,
Then dark is what I want,
What I want and desire,
and suffice in me,
What I want to cure my crave,
Through the curves of innocence and words unspoken,
Through the politeness of the laugh,
The words and works of the purely courageous,
The big hearted and lovely person you are,
And where to start and what to say of the love you share with the doomed in ways,
The curing and healing by your starring eyes,
The glare of that wondrous smile,
A wanderer in the race of players,
The guide I wish I could steal,
That perfect eveything that you carry,
In the treasure box inside your peels,
Inside your peels, Inside your skin,
Is an angel poured from Lord’s brim,
A pretty soul, A stupid chum,
The thing I have fallen for is the cherubin’s grim.
What beauty I speak I wish I could show,
Coz every time I see you,
I see a world of Jovial.