The light hits my eyes

In the first of the morning

I take in this spectrum of wonder

How unlovely things can be balanced

Yet shadow me with despair

But it washes away, when you

Come in

I see just how beautiful you are (when you)

Come in

The night seems to disappear in you

I study the surface

Of this visage you've given

It speaks nothing of the things hidden

Buried underneath what needs improving

Lies an outcast unworthy of youching

How could something

So utterly unspeakable

Be found in this?

The ugliness in the horror of your cross

It washes away, when you