​The pink in the yellow

Basking in moonlight, through to the sun. 3 giant words on the end of my tongue. “I love you,” I say, as I hold you near, My beautiful girl, my lovely dear.

Experience the joys of sitting around. No great adventure, no brilliant sound. The simple act of nothing with you, The simple life, my love is true.

Your subtle giggle at the stupidest comment, And the way you always wish on a comet. I see you as the person you are, Not the shell or the makeup, my shining star.

In this great world, with so many options, You stand obvious to me, my flower that blossoms. My common mallow in a dandelion meadow. I see you as the pink in the yellow.