SAY MY NAME

For her, I've mastered delicately the prose 
 To talk with my hands, as an orchestra's director would compose 
   As if I conquer the wind and time completely froze 
      To every thread of the world, to whom she's being exposed. 

I believe she touches colours, with the palm of her hand 
  And lends her ear far to hear, to the faintest  sound of jazz 
     The cheeks burst with a smile to smells and tastes, sweet or bland 
        But walks past by, naively, by the hearbeat of this man.

How I wish for her to notice me someday, around the corner 
   To whisper as a blushing boy kisses and oh's of how I adore her 
     The world, seems walks in circles and forth, try to ignore her 
        Yet this here ol' boy wishes nothing more, than escort her. 

To scoop her in my arm and bask in her bouquet 
  Of spicy aromas and taste of sun, that she'd take in from beautiful this day 
     And sting not her feelings for helping her, her senses play away 
        Oh! what senses must I trigger, for her to say my name? 

Wretched she is not, merely because she's lost her sight 
    No smoother hands could describe the dark night, and how the day is bright 
       These streets turn a blind eye, still she smiles to them despite 
         For her senses run free with life, as her sight flies high as a kite. 

Oh, how I've fallen in love! and wish recognition, from such a dame
   Though she doesn't owns her vision, I've never felt so aflame 
        For she has noticed my presence, she's thrown a smile my way
          Blind you may be, my fair lady, yet never we've been more seen, 
               For you've turned as I loudly called you and you smiled, as you called my name.