my heart is yet in states of change, and has
not love to give, for given, one still seeks
to gain a higher self, or combined whole;
yet I tire of a love of halves. Has not
my wholeness made me known to those
still shaped by other's flaws, who seek a glow
in which to view themselves, by what I have?
I need not know another's eyes to see
myself, nor who I've been, nor make complete
unfinished work; yet nourishment to
bring relief in loneliness, for this I'd look!
bring relief in loneliness, for this I'd look!
Love, your lack of sight shall not make me blind;
I know my worth, and knowing, keep my time.
1 comment:
I like this poem and I like these two lines:
"I need not know another's eyes to see myself."
"Love, your lack of sight shall not make me blind."
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