What would sunlight taste like to a man blind
And I for sure know now what it will
It would be like a kiss from her lips
It may seem like a postulate
But I know it is so
For I have seen the sunset glow
Radiate off her, mirroring her skin
They say a poet is mad
But isn't madness what is perceived
Is it so unwarranted, that my mind sees
Someone stirring a soul song, in a heartless me
I could write a million words
Yet they pale, in the feel of her
Summers, rain, fall, winters
They are all like how it feels, seeing her.
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