Poem 647
My Eyes by Lisa Izzie

How do you miss it?

Why can't you see,

The brillian ideas,

The fabulous beauty.

It hurts and it brings tears to my eyes,

to hear you berate and criticize

When you shrug off something,

You've done that's quite grand,

'Oh that's nothing', you'll say,

'Something so bland'.

I stand shell shocked,

Dumbfounded, and I wonder,

Why would you ever think,

That you're such a blunder.

Talent, kindness, thoughtful, sincere,

Loving, giving, helping you care,

What more can you ask for,

You've got it right there.

If your vision is failing,

and you can't see the trees,

I beg that you borrow,

My eyes, if you please.

It HURTS to see you not loving yourself

It Hurts to hear you belittle yourself

It hurts, I can't bare, that you truly can't hear

It hurts, I tell you, it hurts me you see

You must, you must, you must believe,

For you are wonderful and not just to me.

When you're lost and you wonder, when you doubt what to see.

Look through MY eyes, and see you from me.

From there you will bristle and swell with great pride,

From there you will see Lord by your side.

And he tells me to tell you, to see through my eyes

Where you will see, you've greatness inside!