He said good morning
Even if the sun hasn't shone yet
Said a flowery argot that kindled my soul.
 
See the sky full of dreams
See the mountains full of ways
See his eyes full of fireflies.
 
He's the folklore I wish I didn't know
So I'd relearn his world like a blank page
Over and over again.
 
He's Aristotle
Who made me believe in diamonds and spell
Incandescent and incredulous.
 
He's the moon
Who, in every phase, is radically beautiful
I can't stop looking at him.
 
He's...