None Better

I’ve so long played this game of numbers and percentages,
It has by now given up its disheartening nature;
Cold rationality has always had its own warmth for me.

Few and far between is the best shade of this colour,
While unlikely and infrequent might be the better terms;
Resigned and reconciled are the words I save for myself.

Only you break the picturesque tableaux I have viewed
Through frosted glass and weary eyes–blessedly hazy;
But you excite the senses and clarify glorious potentialities.

I know in my heart of hearts, I could find none better,
Nor even have I truly sought another to usurp the throne;
The greatest and only fear is of an enduring vacancy.