Confusion wrapped in glorious light, can make what's wrong appear as right.
I have examined what is kind, and little dwells in human mind.
It rather rests inside the heart, where fires are lit and lovers start.
In fact I do beleive that love is given layers like a glove
To reach out far and touch the world like flying bird with wing-tips curled.
There is a certain person dear, to which I write this anthem here.
No beauty have I seen so far, that can outlast this shining star.
'Tis a beautiful thing, I think alone, for here I sit with drifting tone.
I hope this pleases all who read, for if it does, I've sown a seed.
A seed of love that flutters by, and grows straight up into the sky.
My dearest friends, to whom I write, I have seen a thing tonight.
This thing of which I do not know, but perhaps you know it so;
It is a chain hung on a wall, and glitt'ring in a mighty thrall.
It shone like light through painted glass, and pleased the eye with things not crass.
None of this makes sense to me, so comes the title, howe'er it be.
So think about this long and hard, as I encase inside a shard
Of ruby hope, and crimson faith, which can be damaged by no wraith.
If you think I simply drone, but still are reading, I have sown
What I have intended to, if this's read by whom I sent it to.
For you continue on to hope, that what I say next is no dope.
I love you so, you are my friend, I pray this friendship never ends.