I was disguised upon the reality of what I perceived,
my life was an incomplete picture. But what filled
up the holes of what couldn't be camouflaged in
in reflections, was that I was unable to visualize you.  

My face wondered on the elegance of what was a
mirage of my essence. Even though my world was
imperfect it wasn't in the value of what was seen
without witnessing. symmetry was my guide dog.

I visualized the delicacy of ever word what was
spun upon the weavings of air. It was knitted
within my reflections even though not seen
I saw ever word you wove on to my eyes.

To envision all that is but a canvass yearning a
paint brush to touch in visions of what speaks
more than sight. I'm incomplete but I visualize
more than you could possibly conceive.

*"My world is incomplete, but I see more than I did with sight,