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
