They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But my eyes are blind. She dances around me with love of one kind. I cannot smell the roses and feel the silk. I hear the music coming from her heart. But I don't think she was playing for me. I can almost taste the poison. But I'm not dead, just blind to something I know nothing of. If I thought of you and made a fantastic view of you. Maybe I could see. But now my blind eyes are the only ones for me. If you made a fantasy and you played it for me, would my eyes see the light for the very first time? When, if my eyes to see you, whatever you are, please don't leave me the one that I adore ...and go afar . Or when I am able to see you you will be the only one and beauty will be what I see as I do now and forever will.
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