There are bright-light people
Who, through the dirty, stinking haze,
Blast away your loneliness:
They come in all tones and shapes,
But when they speak about anything
It’s a symphony:
They often can colour your doubt,
For a while, in shades of certainty
While providing a lovely gem for your memories.
Do not seek these people out
As their radiance often shines unexpectedly
From frequented, unappreciated places.
They are the fiat standard of love:
Uninvested, yet genuinely perpetual.
Stick to them like sand to wet stones,
Letting not even the flood of love wash you away.