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My vison has begun failing, my

Eyes, anyway,

Only causing me to realize

The sensates of the mundane

Are not needed in my case

I've got your inches memorized

'But what of my ravaging change' time cries

Such vagaries can be made irrelevant

Love and we shall soon show

The universe unfolds in more ways

Than fingers or words may reveal

Your lips, your hair, touched with snow

As an example, and

Now that I've so mentioned

My mind is fixed on you alone

I shall not need sight as I've seen you thus,

Nor touch for I've met your cheek with loving fingers

Nor even thought as your love I've known

I may perish in gladness, though

More importantly,

I may live the same.