I cannot change you.
You cannot change me.
We can only change what we perceive.
But in doing so
It may all become unreal,
Not part of the deal,
Not following the drill.
So when you look at my face,
See deep into my soul,
Remember, I am only
Who your mind wants to behold.
If you don't like what you see,
Look inside yourself.
Don't blame me.
For in this life
I am
To be
Free.
Free from the faces you place upon me.
Free from the attitudes you seem to see.
Free from your chaos, your disunity.
Free faces.
Leave me be
To my Faces of Peace.
Whenever you come around, my heart pounds as I hear the sound of a thousand angel's wings as they quietly ascend on high. And then I hear a sigh . . . which is mine, as I'm overcome by the utter and complete beauty of one so fine; while on your lovely face my eyes dine.
Whenever you come around, I see a thousand stars in a midnight sky; and the eternally perfect movement from sunrise to sunset as you walk by. I get an emotional and physical high as I'm forced to visualize the inner beauty that is displayed outwardly before my eyes. Whenever you come around, I feel inspired . . . by your beauty, and for it, I desire. Should I try to extinguish this fire? Or conceal it and make truth be a liar?
Whenever you come around, I smell strawberries and roses, Cool Water and Liz; lilac and jasmine . . . and I don't even know what that is. Just knowing you exist keeps my feet on solid ground; but I'm taken to new heights whenever you come around.