there is a fear of losing our own sight,
but if in those eyes you can bring life,
you have but saved a thousand times.
If you have seen right in,
and love without consequences thinking,
the inner dread and mess not withstanding,
you have not only won a heart, but saved it from dying.
The world may not understand the cry,
exploit the pain and have questions like, why?
The world and its understanding,
its reasons and excuses, like muddy trails leave behind.
When the end time will prove
the work of your heart, whether gold or soot,
a little box and the lovers hand he will hold,
while the naysayers and detractors comments are left out in the cold.
On the long road of forever, forever he will walk,
and the good God's Grace and love till eternity will stalk.
Where once lost eyes and dented smiles freakishly glowed,
now radiance and brilliant light flows.
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