If life were easy,
Would it be fun?
If not for the lows,
Would we feel we’d won?
If all was rosy,
If we didn’t clear the weeds.
Would the truth be known?
Would we find what we need?
If karma wasn’t a circle,
Would we just fall of life’s edge?
If we didn’t renew,
Would our souls be empty, dead?
Together we’re tinder to roaring flame.
We court depravity, revel in shame.
We’ll probably be damned for what we do.
I’ve done all seven deadlies, done them with you.
I have no intention to recant at all.
I’ll fall with you if my fate is to fall.
For one thing in you I clearly see.
Is hope and soul saving divinity.
Beauty comes in many forms.
And your the most beautiful I have sworn.
Your smile lights up my darkest days.
Watching you thrills in so many ways.
Your beauty shines through.
Breaking clouds with what you do.
Bringing me light, warming my heart.
Even when we’re miles apart.
My beauty you’re gorgeous, so pretty it’s true.
That I cannot think without thoughts of you.
Thanking whom ever made us combine.
Thanking Gods and Godessess for our time.
Beauty comes in oh so many forms.
But none surpassing your beauty, the beauty to which I’m drawn.