If I were to be blind,

I'd still know you were beside me.

I wouldn't need an affirming vocal strum,

Nor a movement or click of shoes against wood.

Your presence alone warms me.

Though I quite enjoy your sweet simmering chocolate orbs,

They are not the reason I love you so.

The way you hold me gently, could be just enough,

to keep me through the darkness.

Your soft assuring tone could never leave me alone.

The shattered pieces of yourself that you keep in your back pockets have never cut me,

though I always offer to help when they spill.

Your essence is God like.

Drowning, surrounding, overpowering.

Beautiful, mystical, sanctuary.

You are everything to me.

Your looks, no matter how captivating they are to me,

never quite meant anything.

If you were different,

not so kind and elegant,

Perhaps I wouldn't have chased you down.

Fell into your arms until I felt I was found.

Maybe I'd be afraid.

But you never were anything but gentle with me.

So here, I decide to lay at your feet.

Not in reverence, but in love.

Overtime, you too, have bowed with me.

Sitting at each others feet, elbow to elbow and knee to knee.

Even if I were blind, I wouldn't long to see.

So long as I had you,

my love,

there would be nothing a person with sight could do that I could not.

This deserves thorough thought.

If you were blind,

what would you do?

If you had the one person you loved most dearly.

Could you make it through?

Ariah Christman