I don't admire you as if you were pink orchids,
Or the fiery Sparks of firework,
I admire you as certain dark things are admired,
Silently, without telling or declaring.
I admire you as the wolf admires full moon,
Each month howling and crying for a love it will never touch
I admire you without conditions, prejudice and judgements,
Perhaps because there's no other way I know,
So close your eyes to feel like my soul is yours
And each breath I take is a part of yours.
