Once again,
my thoughts reach a pen

Once again, my hand moves swiftly
to save what was once an important thought.
Matters of the "heart, mind, and bosom,"
Rarely worded in such a way,
but now I see,
it is the only way to make you stay-
and read on to find my words gone astray

For you see--I can't see
I'm blind to this day
Night after night
I pray...but no new images appear before me.
My eyes don't wander
for some reason,
they can't.
All I know-All I knew...
was the shadowless figure of you

No new beauty, nor hideous beast alike
have I seen since I saw you,
laying in the light.
The golden-strands sprawled about your face,
the curves and warmth found only in your frame-
these are all I see, no less, and nothing possibly more-
For now I'm blinded to all, for I can see no other as More.

A 'fresh new face', is all I can see-though its not new at all,
just more beautiful than before.
Sight, or lack thereof, doesnt bother me now
so long as I see your face,
my love.
Dream dreams
of purity, light, and love.
For thats all that matters...

So preserve the image...
the statue...
the Monument.
-and I will keep losing my words
to paper
and pen.