You and I,
We’re of a different kind.
Unaware are the rest
Of just how much we digress.
You and me, we’re more than free,
And apparently in a spelling bee.
Because darling, you’ve got a spell on me.
We don’t color within the lines.
At night we stare at the stars through the blinds.
We think inside the box – embrace the limitation.
All happiness, no frustration.
We don’t need words to mask the silence,
And we certainly admit at times we need guidance.
Any blemish is a good story teller.
Besides the night sky, you are absolutely stellar.
Authenticity is the key,
Company is the door,
And wonder sustains the floor.