by E. R. S.

Created on: December 20, 2008

To look and see

I look at roses and see roses

red crimson curves and dips,

dripping and dropping water droplets

mini bits of crystal lips,

I see no science, I feel no cells

It is not in me to view a flower

in a way that seems so,

I look at sunsets and see sunsets

colors blending and blurring

bursts of tingles,

spine chilling visual aromas

I see no cirronimbus, or stratosphere

It is not in me to view a sunset

in a way that seems so -

I look at you and see you

the deepest eyes and the

purest heart, a touch that feels

eternally perfect.

I see no pheromones, no chemical connections

It is not in me to see you in a way

that seems so unlike love.

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