Kevins pearls

Kevins pearls are delicate
The way he sees me
They are misterious but also simple,
The way he dreams me

By being imperfect
They reach a subtle perfection
As that, that I myself
Reach in his eyes

And they like me are dressed
With a certain beauty
Achieved only by survival and pain
And like me sometimes
When the correct stray of light touches them
They shine with the colors of innocense
That mirror in his eyes