I am blind but yet I see, with fingers
That look for me touching all around
caressing things unseen, a picture in
my mind forms and now that which
was dark, now seen brightly before me.
I see beauty in what I feel, as nothing
is false everything I touch is what I see.

Though I can not see, I smell the
fresh cut grass, I smell the Sunday
roast the smells light up my mind
with the aroma floating in the air,
the smells many different shows
many pictures that for with in my
mind.

I taste the world around my taste
buds exited by what I eat, each
mouthful a fire work exploding
in my mouth moist, hot, cold its
all exciting to me, I breath in and
taste the world, each odor that enters
I can taste the things that are around,
but the best taste is a kiss to me.

Just because I am blind it doesn't
mean I am less than you. For I
see with my other senses touch,
taste, and smell are stronger
with one less, and I am more than
you can believe.