I would not mind if you became my ordinary.

Not an insult hidden in plain sight.

I just could never be tired of you.

Never meant you are not special.

Common to me is not the same as common to you.

There is beauty in the ordinary as well.

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Ordinary is the pink in the sunset.

I have seen it many times before.

Always stop to look.

Never made the impact any less.

The artwork is still displayed.

I have never been one to swap through artwork.

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So know if I say you are ordinary, it is the highest praise.

I see the value in you being with me.

I just hope to stay your ordinary.

Keeping me around long past what is novel.

Timeless beauty that continues to inspire.

Remaining special like the pink in a sunset as the sun travels the sky.