why do we overlook beauty where we don't want to see it
and why do your eyes meet mine
and then flee for the solace of trodden streets
as if we hear the same song
know somewhere the dance that is all too ours
but cannot tear ourselves from shame
hidden love too comfortable clothes
we always found it difficult to see beauty
in both wasted space and polluted gardens
and there was always only one
who always sees and always loves