Sine qua non


Relatively but frankly speaking

Your scars mean nothing to me

Everyone has scars on their heart

Mine often rip open and bleed

They will remain forever innate

Nor do they add to your beauty

For beauty must be blindly felt

Like a bare finger reading braille

Or a summer breeze on a hot night

Unseen, unheard yet most present

Your beauty is depicted by action

How you treat me in my sadness

The epitome of empathy in motion

There, there is where I really see- you

So without choice my soul becomes

All I am, and moved…to fall in love


Poet of the Light © 2018


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