Why is it

that

our eyes

only

see

the surface of things?

Eyes

no eye

except

our hearts

will ever feel

the sensation

to not just survive

but

to

live.

Every

heartbeat-

measuring

smiles

laughs

good times-

not by their size-

that’s what eyes are for-

but their weight.

Ever wonder:

How-

How can something

so

small

take up

so

much

space

in my heart?

Now you know.

None of what is important-

memories

tears

joy

fears

No,

never is any of that measured in size-

its a treasure

that is hidden

from everything

other than

our entangled hearts.