My Heart
My heart rises with the smoke
With my eyes closed I see all that is
Looking at who we are
Not
At who we were
A vision of you is my gift
Not many can see the beauty as I do
For them beauty is on the outside
With my eyes closed
I see more then others
For
I look with my heart
I love
I feel
I touch
With my heart
Copyright © Edmond Ornelas | Year Posted 2012
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