Blind Poem by Tosh Foerster

How do you describe beauty to a blind man
Do you talk about the curve of the hips
The shape of their lips
Do you describe in detail
The smile that lights up the world
Or maybe the agony you feel
When her bottom lip is curled
Do you tell them about the long flowing hair
Which always seems to go everywhere
but in the most adorable way
Or how you could live with being blind
As long as she was the last thing you saw