A Distorted View
We see so many things in so many different ways. Sometimes we have to realize that what we see, although not an illusion, is not what others see. Occasionally we have to close our eyes in order to see clearly. Occasionally we are fooled by the reality of the answers. Sometimes the answers come from the heart of another person. Maybe, just maybe we should listen to the ones with the undistorted view.
Which side of the mirror do you look through?
I can’t see what you are seeing
My eyes were pierced by your beauty
You see imperfections as a vile fiend
I see them as God’s way of transforming an angel
You see the crows feet beside your eyes
I see pools of love to be lost in forever
You see the wrinkles starting to form
I see them as paths to guide my way
You see your uncontrollable curls
I see what my fingers are longing for
You see the start of a double chin
I see a neck that longs for a kiss
You see extra weight and cry
I see the girl I married and sigh
You see a stretch mark as a hideous thing
I see the loving mother of my children
Your see in your mirror unflattering views
I see in mine the beauty in you
Your mirror shows a distorted view
Mine only shows what I know to be true