Wish
You Were Blind
This
is for all those with love to give...
For
all of those that have found that certain
someone,
or are maybe still looking.
Sometimes
we find something we really wish
we weren't
seeing, or can't believe we are
seeing
in the first place. The heat from our
hearts
take over and we mistake it
for
fevers, etc.
Beauty,
light and wonderful,
Is
indeed a grand word.
Full
of life, both wild and calm,
But
yet it cannot be heard.
When
we find such beauty,
We
are frozen by its awe.
Because
for the life of us,
We
cannot describe what we saw.
We
behold the beauty once again,
Our
hearts beat like thunder.
We
melt in its eminent presence,
within
its luminous wonder.
We
shower its holder with gifts,
To
only be close to its essence.
Only
to find we are less,
Than
its powerful presence.
To
see such beauty,
Is
like looking at a god.
Intimidated
by such power,
Being
bullied by Zeus' rod.
When
struck by its strength,
You
struggle but are overset.
You
run, hide, and fight,
To
only become its pet.
We
often get lost in our heated
passions
and loves. It's not often
that
we look, really look at what
we
have.
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