My Blind Eyes

Even with blind eyes

I would put on no other disguise

I would see you from a new point of view

But my vision would not be askew

Free and wild like open plains

And a voice as clear as rhythmic rain

With hair softer than summers silk

Not richer but thicker than buttermilk

Eyes that emit a radiant heat

Satin skin to be always conceit

A feeling warm to the touch

But cold to clutch

Excitement from going up high

The fear to fall and die

It is the blind rush

That makes my heart blush