Blind

Blindness can be a blessing the world focused in so many different perceptions what a horror that I can see what you must truly be To me you were a treasure whose love only I could feel But love looks different under a haze and as that fog begins to lift the touch from you that use to thrill me has simply dimmed now that I can see you clearly I use hear the sweet tone hidden so deep in your voice I wondered if the world was deaf to the perfection that was you but that beauty starts to fade that deeper sense in me has gone away The smell was pure instinct there was nothing about you I didn't want to taste that desire has dimmed away as my sight takes its place To be blind, what a way to see you use to sweep me of my feet and as much as I want to need have that perception though it limits me now I can see and I don't need not you, anymore