If only they could see
The thing I wish that you could know
It’s what always speaks to me
When your soul decides to show
You wear it far too well
The word was torn from heaven’s bells
Only exists for you
And there is nothing else to think
…
I am not able
Don’t see the need
The word still echoes in the space
Space between my ears
The space where both of us can meet
…
You were always there
To fill the voided meaning
Of beauty and where it springs
…
The beautiful is you
The word must be as you are seen
…
There may always be others
Who almost take the prize
…
Yet none of them are ever what I want before my eyes
Politically Romantic 