Despite the roaring thunder overhead
And the path of cinders that I tread
Though tongues speak lies, my eyes betray
It is the sight of you that I most dread

You the pitiable bereft of sight
Yet full-voiced sang in mocking tones
You, who in my misery took sweet delight
Would suffer the torment of horrors unknown

How did you see beyond the disguise
The tongue of serpents and pallid skin?
How did you see beyond all the lies
And find truth, the beauty buried within?

Love is meant not only for beauties on screen
And paperback heroes wild-hearted and free
Rare, though it is to find in a scene
Love is meant also for you and for me