Most hearts say more
than we have the patience
to listen to.
I know I've left so many whispers
and missed
so many truths.
Most eyes are starry,
they're not really
seeing you.
They're creating an image,
falling in love
with a view.
And yet,
once in a while
someone finds you,
brushes against your soul
and doesn't
mind the blue.
Whether friend
or angel
or just someone passing through,
the love that they leave
will always
stay with you.
And in the end
what greater gift
is left by you or I
than to be the one who listened,
cared and
left a smile.
than we have the patience
to listen to.
I know I've left so many whispers
and missed
so many truths.
Most eyes are starry,
they're not really
seeing you.
They're creating an image,
falling in love
with a view.
And yet,
once in a while
someone finds you,
brushes against your soul
and doesn't
mind the blue.
Whether friend
or angel
or just someone passing through,
the love that they leave
will always
stay with you.
And in the end
what greater gift
is left by you or I
than to be the one who listened,
cared and
left a smile.
