The Beholder

If you were just a greenish stone
Which I by chance had found,
I’d still maintain that God had sown
An emerald in the ground.

To me, your eyes are points of light
Which brighten all they see,
And, when I’m in your line of sight,
I’m sure they brighten me.

I think it’s clear to everyone
The universe and you
Are doing what you’ve always done
And what you’ll always do.

And yet I’m only too aware
The way I feel’s my own affair.

Photo by Scott Higdon on Unsplash

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