Some say attractive, but what do I see? Pigtails and freckles, braces and dreams, of the child inside who in silence screams. One by one battles to conquer and fight, to clear the darkness and bring on the light. Some say the eyes are the windows of the soul, revealing the warmth of compassion hold or the harsh intolerance that seeps in deep of the cold.
Your love has overshadowed any imperfection
that may exist, as only love can see the soul.
Each segment of life reveals a different perspective on love and hate.
I recognized love by the warmth of its embrace.
There are no entitlements to achieve,
with love and life we must
Love said the heart,
believe said the soul,
confused said the mind
of yesterdays hold