To be blind

Sometimes, I wish I were blind
to discover what those with
sight could never find.

You're beautiful,
without my depth perception.
Lovelier without sight.
Did I forget to mention?

Your smell is my serenity,
intoxicating me with pleasure.
The taste of your fruit,
no eye could ever measure.
Your body is a land
aching to be discovered.
With the touch of my hands
your secrets will be uncovered.

With no preconceived notion
from some superficiality
I could love you for you
when my senses become reality.
I wouldn't care if there's a
birthmark grazing your left cheek.
I'd just love the way we can hold
each other whenever we're weak.
Your hand in mine would be
sweeter than any pie.
Others could wonder how we
work but I'd never question why.
For you I'd die.

You're beautiful,
without black or white.
I'd fall for you,
with my soul and might.

True beauty I could find
without my two eyes.
Oh, to be blind.