You admire,
adore,
the look of the shell.

You say it's beauty dazzles you,
and you are blinded by love.



But your sight is unimpaired.

And in truth,
you honestly love what you see.



Even if your eyes see,
You cannot seem to hear.

You are deaf to the echoing waves of my identity.

Though you may not be blind,
sadly you remain deaf...




And that is why you do not love me.

Good one Rosela, I enjoyed the read.

Les

A strong thought.. I wish more people thought it. Superficial love is the norm.

-with love