Blind Love

I have not seen your face,

nor need I.

I know you by your voice at dusk,

by the way your hand finds mine.

 

I love you not for your look,

but for what you are.

My hand rests between us

and does not long for touch.

 

Others trust the eye.

I trust inner sight,

where truth walks blindly,

love never disguises. 

 

My mind is a sacristy.

Whenever you find me,

speak,

it doesn’t take long.

You sound like a breeze:

my majesty.

 

While music finds its taste,

chords bring your name.

Your body is like a violin

that plays a heart’s song.

 

Now we are the audience,

emotions sat as the jury.

There was a man

who sang his fate

in the river of his glory.