I’m here to support your miniocrity
Just as you support my minutia.
It’s as if we were hexagonal snowflakes
Sprinkled amidst a cold Aleutia.

There’s nothing to distinguish us
From any other pathetic wretch.
We’re nothing but gray carbon specks
In an unimportant charcoal sketch.

Only one thing makes us special:
Tender love’s reciprocation.
Love fills us, making us more than we
Are without our adoration.