I paint a picture with my words for all the world to see,
For the eye I have is not an eye that sees what others see.
The eye I have sees beauty where no beauty can be found.
The eye I have sees brilliant light where darkness does abound.
The eye I have is not an eye that the naked eye can see.
The eye I have is the eye of love, and its vision is meant for only me.
Laura A. Tingler