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∴

“leave him,” they said

“he has no eyes to see you with.
he has no lips to kiss your cheek.
he has no voice to sing you songs
or whisper promises with.
he has no ears to hear
the things you’d like to say.”

·

“but,” said i,

“the world has eyes
and it is fickle.
the world has lips
and it is wanton with their use.
the world has a voice
and it scolds or flatters mightily
but both are belches of untruth.
the world has ears
at every corner,
in every wall,
and yet it does not hear.
it listens only to din and rattle.”

·

this man without a face,
he cannot hear me,
he cannot see,
he cannot listen or speak
in my lonely hours,
nor my happy days,

and i cannot see him

but oh, his heart –
i think it was made bigger
by the lack in outward feature

and i feel him,
even now
loving me
as i love him
without expression
or show

as it was in the beginning,
is now,
and ever shall be.

∴

 

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