Newspaper

Your eye is my newspaper 

And 

The vernacular it 

Uses are plausible to me only.

Yes,

Your eye is my newspaper 

That decides my weather chart.

When sadness grasps me,

It proffers me stories to correct my mood.

When something bothers me,

It brings relief 

Through news of ecstasy.

When I feel the urge for support, 

Its eloquence paves my path to your cosy arms for refuge.

Yes, your eye is my

newspaper 

And 

The vernacular it 

Uses are plausible to me only.