You See the Blind
How did you give me such inspiration?
What is it about you that sets my heart aflutter?
Is it your charming smile?
Is it your amazing hair, and the way it's never quite perfect?
Is it your stunning eyes
The ones that seem to penetrate my shell?
But is that all?
It's the way you treat me
You don't act as if I'm some joke
You treat me not with sarcasm
But with respect
You make me feel like an intelligent young woman
Instead of the ditzy girl most see me as
It's as if you see past all of that
As if you see the true me
And brimming with things to say
Yet you rarely make a huge effort
In the little time I see you
To talk to me
It's as if you're taunting me
With your tantalizing grin
Or is it a smirk?
How is it that you can see me this way
When most everyone does not?
Do you possess some sort of amazing gift
To see the best in people
When even they can't see it?
Now, let's see
Is it really this that attracts me to you so?
Because I feel worth something
I feel amazing
Like I should've known it all along
How could I not have?
I guess I've been blind. . .