" Are there many, or are there few?
A question iv'e been asking for this past
year knowing i have met two.
Will there be more to come? I pray that
the answer is no.
The energy i used with-in my self moved
quicker then rivers that flow.
Flowing into it's oceans, sometimes calm, but
never knowing where the tides will go.
They were both of beauty on the outside, taking
men's eyes away from the most gorgeous sunsets.
Yet their inner was empty, filled with a cold sweat.
Their Hidden Hearts were chilled, preventing me to
find.
Mine was warm, and in the open for them to see.
Even for the blind."