An Unquiet Mind

I can hear what you sayI sense we’re in a bindI can touch what you saySo what if I’m blind?
I under­stand youBet­ter than most oth­ersEngulfed in your hairSmelling the flow­ers
The per­fume of your hair­Lifts me out of despairThe dark­ness every­whereAsks me, do I dare?
Am I fit to be your lover?Blind, will­ing to bend low­erThis is what tears …