Eyeful Bliss Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

What is it that speaks, before lips can say,
Caress and feel, before the hands can touch,
Stabs without daggers, without swords can slay,
And betrays a love, that has grown so much?
It bares the soul, and manifests sorrow,
Radiates the glow of joy, aura of mirth,
Even through pretenses, it could burrow;
Pray, tell, how is Beauty, to sightless birth?
Perhaps, blinds do not miss what they can't see,
They could not lose what is not theirs before,
And pity, for not knowing to be free,
To soar like birds, towards heavenly lore;
.........Is there wastage, to wings when without flight,
.........Equal to that of eyes when without sight?