Consideration Implied
Was I to fathom thy scintillating visage,
imagining that I was to see no better?
Was I to consider that thou art you, and yet a mirage,
My eyes closed, my blindness healed?
Would I ever be able to ponder thy compassion side,
Everything carefully considered, with thoughts so kind?
Must I accept that it was for me to provide,
And that thy love was to be our shield?
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