To exist, is to love you,
to love you, is to exist

There are beautiful things around,
If you'd stop to take a look,
Not chirping birds, not pretty flowers,
Not mountains, not flowing brooks

Beautiful things in the mirror,
Beautiful things in your head,
When you smile at yourself to go on,
A choice you choose not to regret

Beautiful things like you,
Beautiful like your eyes,
Beautiful things like your thoughts,
Beauty you can't despise

Beautiful things are a collection of you,
Your nuances filled with light,
Beautiful like your laughter,
Beautifully making things alright

Why do sad things attract you?
Why do you look for a problem to fix?
Is there a healer inside of you?
Or is it your asphyxia you want to fix?
The hungry child, the hurt horse,
All you're looking for, is a cause
Something to channel this hurt,
Something you are allowed to cure,
Something that makes you smile,
Something that gives you a day to live for
You're not doing anything wrong,
In fact you're righting a whole lot,
But what keeps your heart fighting,
Maybe you've ignored a blood clot
Give some love to yourself,
It's hard most days I know,
Your heart so full of affection,
Sometimes with nowhere to go,
But pull out that guitar,
Practice your chords and scales,
Figure out the colours another time,
Watch the mixed shades, inhale

I'm looking for better words,
To describe this inexplicable feeling;
Your exquisite person;
And all these  bubbling emotions;
That seem nourish and destroy me at the same time

Dancing through hula hoops,
Loopholes of incomplete lies
Awaiting an answer,
Redemption on the other side
But if that is an illusion,
There's no room for confusion,
Facts are simple,
Interpretations are a mirage,
Reality is irrelevant,
I don't trust myself with loving you

Draw a line, but not in ink,
Charcoal black will let you rethink

The emperor's word isn't set in stone,
Uncertain as breath, the power of the throne

The mighty sea is stirred by a wave,
Don't still your soul, before the grave