My lover – he feels blank –
His personality shows through
Those shades of love and kindness
And fears held in check by curfew –

Neither brown nor yellow nor black
But blank with diamond edges
That detect Truth and what
I give back that simply is –

Neither opaque nor translucent
Nor what spectroscopy in between
But fashioned by the eye of God –
Made whole in splendid being.

Neither is love red nor pink
Rather crystalline and pure
And sparkles – discreet –
Behind some rare perimeter.