You

You, oh you, are not another shade
Among selves who overcrowd this place.
Not another disposable smile,
Cellophane wrapped, emitting fumes
Of popular artificiality,
With monophonic ways that terrorize
This God-breathed world that's meant
To be a safehaven for uniqueness.
Oh no, for you are mine, and my taste
Is more than refined, so take note.
Any spotlight that doesn't reveal you
Has its punishment sealed in with the act.
For you are a labyrinth of resplendent songs,
Each one a feast for my appreciative soul,
The echoes alone reason enough to smile.