The smudge on my glasses makes foggy, my view
but I find it, there's no will to clean.
So fast it appeared, after closeness with you
and e'er since, through a haze, all is seen.

The world, now I see through this blot you did give.
And I'm thankful, it you did bestow.
For, all looks so pleasant; a nice place to live
but how dif'frent from one year ago!

The scent I detect (lo--my shirt, with it teems)
has been passed to me when WE were pressed.
I breathe--there you are; all around me, it seems.
Such reminders of how I've been blessed!

The world takes its shape from how, it we perceive;
so our vision is colored, alas
by moods of our soul--does it smile ? does it grieve?
What we see must, hence through the heart, pass.

My present discernments through smudges and scents;
does remind me with firmness and pith,
of visits so joyous, I've just come from, whence
and reminds me of who I was with.

A year back the world turned as now, just the same;
all unfolded like 'twas meant to be.
'Twas lacking in joy, yet the scenes weren't to blame.
All the problems were inside of me.

The outside was fine; yea! with time, this I saw
and then slowly, my outlook did budge.
My heart's come alive--in my sight, not one flaw!
I'm beholden--t'this glass with a smudge.

So, clean it? ...Don't want to! It's helping my sight.
Spark'ling glass shan't improve, now my view.
My vision today; seems it's just about right.
What I see shines due all I see through.