i could roll in them all day
lost in the wonder of every new verse
renewed in all you ever say
vibrant is your white belief
wings bring forth my truest worth
i sighed with the most greatful relief
when you buried the past under the earth
distinct are your brilliant hues
a painter could try, but they'd never do justice
writers could find you their poetic muse
yet any lines they'd write would be such injustice
you play so lively in your naivete
and forever i will find you in your beautiful cliche