I would like to say things plain
you're so much more than sin
you're so much more than flesh and blood
so much more than skin

you like my words and how they weave
I hope that colors true
the blush and awkward stifled thing
I somehow shared with you

And moving forward I don't plan
to write a verse each time
but when I do please understand
what moves me is your mind

your verve is what upturns my grin
there's something kindred there
what fascinates is what's within
not what's outward fair

your words play on repeat above
a distant melody
and while the words are foreign still
s'familiar sounds to me.

and thus my feelings, plain!
as plain as they can be
as plain as "huh, they're blue, not brown,"
as simple poetry