Touched by the Good and the Bad

When I am grieving, tormented or lost
All I have to do is to think of you.
Can be a dead weed or a cute cosmos,
I adore both good and ugly in you.

Like a portrait you radiated colors--
warm and pretty colors, such as pink, green
and blue, that leads to a wide open doors
where you welcome lost soul and take them in.

But with all this warmth, kindness and beauty;
lies a dark, sad, and ugly half inside.
Lurking along the devil's contumely
making the angels up in heaven hide.

Your uniqueness inspire me to go on
Like a painting, your love I could hold on.