Through depth of heart and soul

Through perception of eye

All we see is beauty and mistakes

We are drawn to beauty and perfected flaws

What brings together two people?

It could be appearance

It could be blind infatuation

As society binds to believe

In the importance of beauty

What of the beauty of the spirit?

Why not look past the exterior

Swim across the shallow end of the dirty pond

Emerge in the deep, sweet, clean river

Of emotions, thoughts, and creativity

As colors float past the blind eye of reason

It is drawn to ruby, to burgundy, to the warmth of love

As colors rush past the blind eye of rapid passion

It is drawn to the brightness of red, of yellow, to the fervor of mere obsession

We are all blind

Years creep by

Sweet scent of youthful romance

Lingers in the depths of the heart

Who has yet to let go of something

That has maintained a pleasant presence

In the memory of the victim

Through kindness, gentleness, and beauty

A fellow ear for music's incredible splendor

The power of time separates us

The division of youth and maturity

As one's heart beats with irrepressible fury

The other's hears not its neighbor's pain

Misery of hopelessness compels power of decision

To break the bondage of the hastiness of emotion

Destroy the servitude to an oblivious persona

Of one who is blind to the plain fascination

That pierces and stabs at another's inexperienced

And Lonely Soul