blinded

Your beauty is startling
so I close my eyes
and let the tips of my fingers read
the lines of your face

the times
of sorrow
love
and little hope
are written 
in your flawless skin

deeper the lines
than in times
of youthful wonders
and expectations 

deeper yet
and still
are you
the newborn 
perfect
human child

a thousand times
a thousand
I will touch
your face
blind
blinded
by what you have grown to be