a little rhyme i whipped up.

you look at me for i am blind
but i can see inside my mind
you're beauty is a summer breeze
and it will pass like your disease
so stare and judge me
but in due time
you will see whats in my mind
look beyond what you may see
into the depths inside of me
for there is where the truth doth lie
never be decieved by your own eye

 

poetry is a gift from above
and you my friend have it in your soul

 

thank you, that really is quite the complement, and means a lot to me.