Radiant,
radiant beauty,
as content as can be,
radiant beauty as if a flower,
amongst the dullness of society,
radiant and elegant,
and not as bland as many in your eccentricity,
and certainly not bland in the way that you dress,
but at peace in your individuality,
and oh, what a smile,
what a smile upon your face,
a blessed thing,
a happinness that comes from within,
as we race to another place,
in the underground where there are so many miserable faces,
and some leery grins,
and I,
I feel the warmth of you within,
I feel the warmth of you within,
and what a thing it is,
what a thing,
and as you leave you smile at me,
and my heart it rises,
and what I wouldn’t give to see you again,
what I wouldn’t give to see you again,
and feeling the need,
I fumble for a pen,
but you are gone,
gone so quickly into the rain,
leaving me with the warmth of you within,
and a sorrowful grin.