The heart sees what the mind may not perceive.
In love we often trust the heart knows best.
It points to things we've chosen to believe
And lets the mind take care of all the rest.
For my part, I will always trust your eyes
To recognize the truth in plainest sight,
And trust my own to gaze upon and prize
No-one but you my object of delight.
But should clouds come to settle on the mind
And memory give up its tenancy
When in the end all common sense is blind
And words begin to lose their currency.
If it should seem that love between us dies
Then let me see it always in your eyes.
