Love is more than just the way you see and hear things. It’s about the feeling you get when you hold onto someone who cares. While we’re too busy looking at ourselves in the mirror, we almost forget that the face staring back at us as if to kill us, is the reflection of our own face.
You miss the things hardest to ignore about you,
You’ve missed them all with every step you grew.
The excitement in your eyes, the blush on your cheeks,
The dimples on your cheeks tendered by days and weeks.
You look at me and your lips curve into a smile,
You’ve got the beauty, you’ve got the style.
You don’t know what we all see and know:
That you’ve got all the nice things we’re dying for.
If you told us what you want, we still can’t give it all,
It’s not clothes, not toys, not things at the mall.
If we told you what we want, you’d only ignore,
You wouldn’t hear and to life, there is more.
You smile hoping you had sensed my presence,
But you turn around only to feel my absence.
I am in front of you but you can’t see or hear me,
I hold your hand… and together we’ll be.
Jan 19, 2013 @ 17:50:07
This is, from the deep folds of my heart and brain, an AWESOME post. Loved it!!
Jan 19, 2013 @ 17:51:41
I read it again…and again…..exquisitely handsome, beautiful, a masterpiece.
Jan 20, 2013 @ 03:11:38
Thank you so much. That comment means so much to me!
Jan 20, 2013 @ 07:22:25
No problem….but it really was awesome!