About the Poem
We've all heard it. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." The saying may have some merit, but what happens when the beholder can't see? How, then, is beauty to be perceived?
In seeing astounding beauty in a blind person and struggling to find way to tell her so, I realized that a person's true beauty is and always will be, "Beauty Unseen".
|by Michael Anderson|
|How can I show you you're beautiful?
Can this question be answered?
How can I show you you're beautiful,
When all I can offer you is word?
Can I tell you that your eyes shine-
As the warmth of a Winter fire?
Your lips, soft petals of a rose,
All painted with desire?
Shimmering tresses of your hair,
The touch of silk freshly spun.
Your tears, like wet dew dripping-
In the heat of morning's sun.
Your skin, sultry like satin,
Your smile, a breeze in Spring.
Watching you walk across the room,
Like listening to angels sing.
How can I show you you're beautiful?
How can I paint a picture in your mind?
How can I show you what you are to me,
Knowing that you are blind?