Love is so colorfully beautiful
said the man with no sight.
I saw it once,
his smile gleamed with delight.
As he gazed off to one side,
he told a story to the other,
his face as bright as sunshine,
and his aura an array of colors.
He spoke of his turn with love
like a blossoming flower,
built up to full bloom,
then withered to powder.
Even after his tale
his smile still shown through,
so I had to ask
“Why, I thought she left you?”
He smiled even bigger,
and leaned me in real close.
Then whispered so faint
even quieter then a mouse.
She may have left me physically,
with her voice no longer heard,
but inside she is always here with me
And I believe that word for word.
As my smile began to arise,
I had to give it to the man,
he said everything I ever felt,
In a way I never can.
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