Your soul is art
You see the beauty in the light
The shades of dark to light to dark to light
To dark
The way a focused eye can spot a piece that is in dire need to be enhanced
I must say, that I am in love
Your heart beats with the rhythm of the ocean waves as they crawl inward and outward
Taking the steps of a young child
To speak in a language is not possible
Because your soul is not made of matter at all, but of thoughts
The frontal lobe of the organ that named itself
The brain
A complex energy which cannot really be figured out;
Your thoughts speak of your quintessence
As do I, and thine eyes appear just as brighter as ever when I see the substance
Which reflects back to the eyes of freedom and sincerity
And I love who stares back
