What would we love the moon for
If it blended into the black night?
What would we love the sun for
If we were born without sight?
And what would you love me for
If I wasn't that pretty?
The things that I see in life,
Seem kind of petty
What you feel is what you know
And seeing it is just for show,
Because if the moon was dark
We'd still feel it's effect on the sea,
And if I were blinded
I'd still feel the sun's warmth on me,
But if you feel you love me
Then you'll love me anyway
And aesthetics wouldn't matter
And that would be Ok.
Sight is an illusion
Feelings are real
I wish people realised
The unseen's appeal
