17 April 2012

While I see your face, I see not your thoughts.

While I stroke your cheek, I see not your sensations.

While I see a sketch, I see not the idea.

While I know your beauty, I see it is skin deep.

While I see the sky, I see not it's limits.

While I hold this knife, I see not my own.

While I see a crow, I see not it's intentions.

While I think what I see, I see not what I think.

While you hold my hand, you know not my love.

RoryBerryWhat Eyes Do Not See. • Opuss № I