might it be that what others seeis but their version of what is me
for eyes cannot pass beneath the skin
to them in thoughts I bore their sin
loving you to their chagrin
might it be that what others saw
was but their life’s own sanctioned flaw
their hearts bound in thick steel gloves
beating not to heaven above
their long lost souls
blind to love
2 comments:
this is exquisite, timeless!
and crafted with care.
Bravo!
well, chuck, your words - they do honor me - thank you so much for them - what's new over at your place these days? i'll hop over there in a minute - thanks for coming over!
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