Yellow—a bright color, A pretty thing.
The middle of a daisy, Or a rose.
Yellow, a pretty color— The sun, sometimes even the moon.
These things are so pretty, so beautiful.
But do you see it?
These things—what do they all have in common?
The one thing that’s watching them silently.
It’s you.
You are so beautiful.
Don’t forget: you were made so lovingly.
Your skin may have scars, but it glows.
And your eyes, that twinkle in the light,
They are simply pretty.
Yellow.
I draw a star by your name, by your birthday.
You mean something to me.
You are my yellow— My beautiful thing.