Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2012
Bless.
Bless in ways, I could never explain.
But I'm thankful for so many things.
I know this.
And believe it too.

That if I couldn't see with my sight.
I would still be able to feel the daylight.
And feel the warmth of the sun.
Plus, the breeze of the air.

If I couldn't see the faces of those I love.
I could describe their feelings from a simple touch of theirs.
Cause unselfish love conquers many things.

Seriously speaking.
If I couldn't tell your race without sight.
With me.
It would be totally alright.
I guess I'm saying with truth.
It would still be a bright victory in knowing you.
jeffrey conyers
Written by
jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
540
   Destiny Diadem
Please log in to view and add comments on poems