seeing you.

I don’t know exactly how I see you; only that I see you differently to every one else.

I do not see the look in your eyes, or the colour of your hair.

I do not see the wrinkles on your skin, or the shape of your body.

In fact, it is like you have no clothes, no body, no skin, no bones.

And my eyes, blind as they are, perceive only what remains:

A heart, filled with generosity, filled with kindness. A heart of gold.

A heart that I love.