“My eye slipped past your supple face,
My hand missed all your subtle grace,
My mind ignored your sumpt’us thoughts,
But my heart, oh, it missed you naught.
For though it have no sight nor voice,
To my heart there was but one choice.
My brain may dream of castles in the sky,
My eyes flitter to glints of a magpie,
My ears caress songs beyond the sea,
But my heart, sweet heart, belongs only to thee.
Time that it needs to grow strong,
To whisper in my ear, to find the song,
To shower my eyes with what is true,
To tell my mind it’s always been you.”
―
Ellen Mint,
Rash & Rationality