There Is No Other

I often wondered why I couldn't see the beauty in a sunrise, or marvel at a rose,
People say oh isn't it lovely to see such a sight,
The birds in the trees and the colors of the sky are so wonderful,
But though I tried to see it with all of my might,
I could not, and so it's been since I learned to count my toes,
So I wake up early and I go to bed late,
I look around everywhere while I sit and I wait,
To catch a glimpse of these amazing wonders spoken of by so many,
As they point and nod here and there,
But day after day I haven't seen any,
And I've been all over, but haven't seen it at all.

Oh, I see birds in trees, and colorful skies,
I see sunrises and sunsets,
Roses and fields of green too,
But the beauty in it all escapes me by far,
I cannot see the beauty in such things,
Not on this earth nor on the furthest star.

So I wonder what is wrong with me,
I doubt my own sanity as surely this is not normal,
I search for the answers within,
I stare at such things trying to force myself to be in awe,
Over time I become comfortable with these feelings,
The feeling of feeling nothing in my soul,
As the days go by and turn into years.

Until the day I saw the most beautiful sight ever known to this world,
Surely this world and any other there ever was and will be,
A sight so amazing I can't easily put it into words,
No matter how many times it catches my eyes it still amazes me,
Wonder of wonders surely there is a heaven,
Because it took so much love to create such a thing.

Now I know why I don't see the beauty in an ocean or a forest,
These things were not meant for me,
They are meant for everyone else,
For me was reserved something even more wonderful,
You.

To Shiena my beautiful wife, I love you. Febuary 8, 2011