See? I Can Do Warm and Fuzzy. Kinda.

Shadows of memories dancing in the wind,
Shards of half-truths too delicate to even whisper,
Bits of broken mirrors, broken lies, lives
That catch the light of a dying sun
And burn into me.

Spectrums of glass, jade, and amber,
Ultraviolet and infrared,
Reflections of your skin,
Shades of your soul,
Gradients through which I speak,
Crystalline notes that break on my lips
And fall to the floor
And shatter at your feet:
That is love.