Your eyes are like a microscope
looking beneath my facade into my soul
seeing beauty, not superficial but original
as you change the intensity of your lens
you see a little girl in shabby clothing
afraid of herself and showing love.

Your eyes are like a microscope
looking beyond my shabby clothes
you find a fetus needing attention an praise
to small to care for  itself.

Your eyes are like a microscope
looking beyond my exterior into the deepest depth
of my being as you turn up the intensity you see a sperm
penetrating an egg needing nurturing.

As I open my eyes it seemed like a dream
who could want me only to see you
I feel like a dying African Violet all brown and wilted.

I feel the warmth of the sun returning my color
I feel the rain drops in my belly quenching my hunger
I looked down only to find new clothes no longer
afraid of my reflection finally I'm at peace.

I looked around to find a farmer.
That farmer was you.