Between the Lines
I can make you come to me,
can tease you into will,
undress me with your eyes of thought
make heartbeat quicken, still.
I turn to you with silent voice,
my hazel eyes in bloom.
There is no use, you've had me caught
in never ending gloom.
I could send you pictures
that would entertain your mind.
But isn't real the better deal
to touch the tender find?
"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."