Does he not see me?
Or is he just turning a blind eye?
Could it be, to him, I'm invisible?
Or was it that he was never meant to be mine?
Please let me through the door
And let the breeze whisper in
Thus the words will flow into your heart
And our hearts can beat in sync
Do not cover your sight when I come to you
Just look at me the way I want you to
The intensity of your stare
Your gaze mesmerize
And fantasies explored within us
Your heart is blind but please let in sight
Let the gray skies be blown away by the colours of my love
Let the clouds dry up their tears
And the larks will sing with it's silvery voice
To make you see me here
Blindness in different kinds and phases.........nice write. Keep on writing! ! ! Cate
Nice. There are none so blind as those who will not see. Well done, you've simplifed the complicated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's hard to give eyes to who is blind..and it's too hard to make him/her, to find..what is behind......................great piece of you Fatin.