his blinded eyes that see her heart
his silent words that reach her ear
his hands unheld that feel the art
still paint her beauty crystal clear
for silence, distance, shut off eyes
they lose the hold they often claim
when love is born up in the skies
it's embers heat still fans the flame
to breathe in touch among the clouds
in heaven's hold where all is pure
that eyes could meet on past the crowds
is proof enough their love is sure
~Moses
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