personal :: poetry :: this towel is wet




Perhaps

I can see You
I think I can
Blinded eyes seeing through reason

I think I can see You
It feels that way
Intellect fueled by finer senses

I feel I can see You
I believe so
Emotion as a preamble to faith

I believe I can see You

Through eyes of love
Through knowing love
Though feeling love
Through faith in love

Or perhaps I merely see
What You see in me