The difference lies in us...

I like something high over something big
I prefer to leap and catch than to kneel and dig
I like an open palm, not a tight embrace
I’d choose twisted ropes over Venetian lace

You like snowy tips over frothy waves
You like the nod of kings, not the clasp of knaves
You need refined drinks, over humble foods
You like a steady mind over kaleidoscopic moods

This was okay until sometime back
Your red was red, but to me t’was black
The trouble began when you just couldn’t see
That my night, although dark, was light to me