While the world goes on pretending,
I give thanks for what you are (honesty and insight and glorious difference).
It's something they will never be.

While they go on hurting and tearing and lashing out,
A smile blossoms on my face (red as rouge and still growing).
It's something they will never see.

While time keeps on passing,
Our moments stand still, frozen (in their own beauty).
It's something they will never feel.

While life keeps on taking and stealing and killing,
You give me hope (for tomorrow and all that follows).
It's something they will never know.

And while so many words go unspoken,
Your silence screams of love (and whispers so much more).
It's something I will always have.