If only every eye could see her
they might begin to see what I see
because it is I who sees what I see
No one can ever take that away from me
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A very tender and moving poem Cokbod, a never ending story, sad too. I enjoyed it. Love Ernestine XXX
All love sees with selective vision, doesn't it? A lovely write and a tender, heartfelt poem. All the best, Hugh