In the eyes of the blind.

In the eyes of the blind, the ugly exists within greatness. The mundane stands miles away from the mediocre and share nothing but the plane in which they exist. In the eyes of the blind, you're flawless, you're the perfect depiction of beauty covered by a black cloth. Your curves are accentuated only under this cloth and you become something else. Something more. In the eyes of the blind, a hand is a gesture. A foot is a step. An eye is a thought. And your lips become kisses.