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Rose Tinted Frames
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2001 Poetry I wake in the morning,
open my eyes to a new day.
Blurred is my vision.
Reaching out
to a table where my glasses sit.
My fingers gently stumble
over pens, rings,
and other miscellaneous things.
Eventually I reach them,
and put them on.
My vision restored.
Yet I close my eyes,
and take one last glance at you.
Before I get ready,
for the day ahead.
A daydream.
Listening to your voice,
and smiling as I hear you say I love you.
I don't need these rose tinted frames,
to see how much I love you.
Or the love we share.
Yet others,
insist we are nothing.
It's just puppy love.
But I know how I feel.
and I know it will last...
for a lifetime.
I don't need these rose tinted frames,
to see what's true.
~*~ Jill ~*~
