Blind Eyes
I am blind.
Walking along passing people by, not seeing what they see.
Not understanding their laughter, as simple as it may be.
Trying to get a feel for reality not knowing what to expect.
Every emotion comes as a journey, a perilous, unforgiving trek.
No one can see through my eyes the way I do.
No one can sympathize with my lack of care.
They shun me as though an outcast from an imperfect world.....
and I am.
Each day that passes by I cannot share the joy of others.
Why?!?
Why me, why can't I feel happiness.
What have I done to deserve such an unfeeling sentence?
And now I realize it is not what I have done,
but what I have not done.
I have never fallen in love....
until now.
Your ears are perfect for hearing when I am distressed,
when I need someone to listen.
Your eyes are filled as always with understanding and caring.
Your voice is the chime that washes away my grief and my pain,
even when I am not feeling either of them.
So many things you do for me that you cannot even begin to understand,
yet you keep on doing them, without even trying.
You make my life so perfect I ask myself how could anyone be blind?
How could anyone not feel emotions, when life is so wonderful.
But most of all, I ask myself, how could I have not fallen in love with you?
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