Colorful dear,

Is this all the heart you can bare?

Spell-it-out without a fear,

But with time,

To dispare in one’s own body;

Which I hoped you’d one day care

About how I am, about the man you know me to be.

I wish to understand you the same.

Colorful dear,

Is it for love that I write?

The truest and most sincere?

Never could I forget you to be as I know you to be

So human to me.

You are so human to my ears.

I know we are in search

Of things

Many others have thrown out (dispite you).

I found myself, again and again, peering in with a won stature,

Of candid artistry and the hidden part of something akin to beautiful valor.

I know I want you here (dispite me).