The Most Beautiful
I can just go blind now,
I confess, if but to only you,
Mine eyes have seen the glory. . .
It's my own private story
But before I die, some other eye
Needs to see that glory, too.
We follow after rainbows
Hinting beauty in the storm
We hope the nighted traveler
Finds harbor from liife's storm
We travel far in search of beauty
For some transcendant truth
We risk our lives, if by chance to find
The fabled fountain of our youth
As I think with fading eye-sight
How the world has dimmed all light
The most beautiful wonder of my life
is the way you look tonight.
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