boys and girls
you are lovely: of that, i am certain.
you surprise me with all of your shades.
whenever i feel you are just black and white,
you gracefully smooth into variations of gray.
and then somehow, by some sort of prism,
whether by your muse or just by your nature,
you explode into several many colors,
and to this world, your hues do nurture.
i adore you so deeply. i covet the beams of your life.
you are not a possession, but you are my most favorite--
my most treasured thing i claim as mine.
although i cannot catch all your ribbons,
or comb the wind that tangles your hair,
your colors sincerely invigorate me,
and i can love whomever without a care.