When I look with my eyes, she’s wrinkled and gray.
Her maidenly charms have withered away.
When I look with my heart, she’s still the same girl
Who captured my life and still makes it whirl.
When I look with my eyes, he’s no longer a stud
To most of my friends he’s a fud and a dud.
When I look with my heart, he’s still the same hunk
Whose welcome to share both my life and my bunk.
When we look with our eyes, the dog pees on the floor
No longer even tries to head out the door
When we look with our hearts, we see the emotion
Of unquestioning love and lifelong devotion.
Which see more truly, the eyes or the heart?
Do you want them to stay or just to depart?
April 4, Poem 4