You may hear this often
But I will say it just as nice
Sureness in me
Can improve simplicity in your life
You utter words
People claim to deny
You say words
People may think your insane
You whisper words
People may not understand
Confidence in me
I acknowledge those utters
I believe those sayings
I comprehend those whispers
You may hear this often
I am blind
But I have advantages
I will not judge you by your looks
How would I if i could?
I will prove to you
What you think
Is what I care about
As days progress
Absence in beauty
Will arise
You are left with what I discern
What I notice
Is people have no concern
Character
So tell me
Can you still impress me?
When I lack the ability to see
That you’re handsome
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem