I may not sing
But when I look at you
I can feel the thumps growing into melody
And it's all about you.

I may not see the beauty in anything
But I see all your colors
Shades I'm scared of, colored in deep unknown,
Yet I never wanna look away.

I couldn't tell you this
But when I lay my eyes on you
I feel as if mine turn into rays of Sun,
Only hoping that they reflect the light in yours so you can feel my warmth.

I hate what I see
When the mirror reflects me
But when I look at you I can only hope you see
A gentle river, flowing like the eyelashes down your cheeks.

Going over dark valleys, like eyes in disguise
Sacred places in dips and dimples
I wanna move there, would you let me stay?
When your hair drops over your face it's like a golden frame.

Do each of you realize that you are sacred, that
every creation in the Cosmos is sacred? Why
have all who have ever lived not come to the
realization that all are sacred? The Supreme Being
imbued each with sacredness. It is your inviolate
worth, not the money you make, not the job you have,
not the title you hold, not the house you live in, not
the car you drive. Turn inward to realize these truths,
then embrace them. That's when you will become truth
personified, and your epiphany will be that you share
it with all else. You will come intuitively, inescapably,
to feel, to know, in your heart and soul, that love
is the offspring of knowing you are sacred.

Because the above is true, you would love
yourself, and love would be your response to all
situations. And when you give love, you beget love,
so, in time, the world would become a place of loving.
No more hurtful, lethal acts. No more harm, only
harmony. Love would be Earth's modus operandi.
This is how you make love.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks