Enraptured By Blessing

Take to heart, and keep in mind,
Flashbacks, and the constant gaze,
As it was then I did not know,
The truth of the beat
of my once cold heart.

The thirst I beheld,
to behold the holding
of my attention,
the grasp
of an enraptured obsession.

Pure, so true, by definition,
Defying the rules laid down by conformity,
spitting back into its face
the requisites of ungratefulness
hindered by the lack of sight.

Yet I saw the blessings
Wrapped with bows
In a marathon to my eyes,
Unscathed by bumps in the road,
Unharmed by my jagged edges...

Take to heart, and keep in mind,
the constant gaze and visual marathon,
Set me free, this God given blessing...
My once cold heart
is now and forever set aflame