details are lost,
but experience gained
blurry vision,
while point of view extends
blackened bruise
only skin deep
underneath the flesh,
a pure soul remains
as hearing fades,
listening blooms
as subtle palettes run dry
a sweet or bitter perfume
that is encased
the notes of honey
or the hint of hops
that appear in the aged
for perhaps it depends
on the purity of a life lived
to be able to judge
the clarity or haziness
of a perception.
everyone loves to be
someone else's judge.
so the heart beats weak,
still sharing it's love
for the honest love of a heart is never selfish
for it knows it's love
is enduring through all;
because all is one
and one is all.
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