With his eyes, he sees her beauty,
But it's not the thing that pulls
Him to her.
With his ears, he hears her sweet voice
But it's not the thing that pulls
Him to her.
With his dreams, he feels her touch,
But it's not the dream that pulls
Him to her.
With his heart, he sees another heart,
One that has been tormented
One that has lasted even through
The toughest of times.
With his soul, he hears her soul
Tortured to the point of tears,
Yet standing strong.
With his words, he tries to touch her,
And prays that she knows that
His words are true.
He sees more than just the beauty
That was given at birth,
He sees the beautiful angel
That no one else appreciates,
That no one else truly knows.
The one that may have a tarnished halo,
And yes, she has broken wings,
Yet, someday, those wings will heel,
And she'll soar above him.
He sees the goodness in her heart,
And even through the pain,
He see the blessing that she is,
Not because of her eyes, or hair,
But because of the beauty in her heart and soul.
All of this is what pulls him to her,
And all of this he sees.
Robert J Nye (2007)
