A girl who glows dazzling can become captivated by her own shadow; so fascinated she might fall in.

A shadow, heavy weighted, waiting on the floor, might become moonstruck with his lovely lamp.

He who does not value words; who wastes wondrous words, crumples pretty papers and slays sentences of beauty which were woven with devotion- Words of Love- which sweetly and eloquently pave the way to heaven- is surely headed towards the darkness.

She who screws in lightbulbs, plants seeds, writes love letters, and paints rainbows is surely headed towards the light.

He who smashes lightbulbs, but plants seeds, lets me briefly paint my rainbow then burns my brush...

The dark and the light make grey.

Grey can sparkle prismatically, create clouds of gunmetal, live on classically, calm, static.

Glitter with passion and the eternal struggle between black and white,

Shine as a diamond in the rough perhaps rough even on my finger

but,

Grey is not love.