An Eye For Extraordinary Things

            The eye which I look at ordinary things;
            sees more spectacular in the surface of a leaf
            or the structure of an icey flower.

            To marvel at a marvel one must be alive.
            How many particles of snow surround me?
            I see them with the naked eye.

            The lover sees one woman crowned with the
            light of heaven.
            In her he finds the vision his heart has sought.

            It is not an illusion.
            Her eyes are the window to Paradise.
            The lady is as glorious as he sees her to be.

            The bystander would think him mad.
            It would be an intolerable burden
            to unveil the splendor of his desire.

            Beauty thus is true
            in the eye of the beholder.
            Love is plain to see.


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