My dear,
It's not the eyes that stole me first
it's not face the first image I had in mind
but the heart.
Never I had met something quite as precious,
never I had thought of something so perfect,
And then I fell, body and soul, with my eyes closed.
All dreaming for something I didn't care if right or wrong.
Something so pure, something so beautiful,
Ineffable feeling I felt all throughout.
Never I had walked down such a sweet road,
never I had seen so much, although blindness had covered me.
I made a wish for my life,
for something nobody thought it was normal but how can something so soft and gentle, be the cause of what they say?
Never I had seen so many colours
never I had touched such a soft fabric
never I had heard such sweet words
when my eyes, my skin and my ears were completely useless.
How can a song so iridescent,
be heard something but a tiny heart?
which so long had been waiting
for the waking breath of life.
Never I would have guessed it like this,
never I could have imaged.
Because I fell, body and soul, with my eyes closed.
And when I opened them,
although it was too late,
the view was breathtaking.
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