A simple word is all that encompasses you
Beauty
In its most gracious and humblest of forms
You soar
Above the crowd in such a listless fashion
You’ve taken the truth from my lips
And wrapped them
Around your every motion
I’m in love with your selflessness and devotion
So still, I pray
And hope
And pray again
You may accuse me
I will no longer deny
This life I’ve lived
Is nothing short of a lie
-JBW
A Dead Language 