what is it that you do not see

Should my eye offend me would

I pluck thee from thy socket in a

attempt to close my mind to that

which I know to be there

should my arms offend me would

I cut them off in that pretence that

they were not there longing to hold

you caress and behold you in all

that you be

should my heart offend me would

I rip it from my chest in such a vain

and empty gesture and the minds way

to protest of it's love for you

should my soul offend me would

I condemn it to solitude to forever

wonder the galaxy alone and misconstrued

as to its purpose

am I not lost without you tell me

what is it that you do not see