...that I saw And how did it mine eyes perceive? For I saw - albeit with hindsights perfect focus - Beauty and passion and God, But how did that shine?
How did that preciousness That value and that potential Light mine eyes Through all those layers And years of accumulated ****?
Yet once seen such a glow, However glimmering or pale, Cannot be denied nor yet become Unseen nor unknown, and Definitely not undesired,
And now the effort spent Spitting on rags, Buffing hard to remove Decades of perceived unworthiness Are bearing fruit,