When viewed up close most fabled works of art
appear as blurs, just daubs of paint and so;
When someone lives to close their hearts will know
those petty feuds, where brain rules over heart.
Those many family envies and disputes,
those many major ripples in life's sea
turn love and joy to human misery;
What heated pride said then, heart now refutes.
A painting's beauty can be only caught
when viewing from afar, we clearly see
the melding of their colors, so it be
this distance lends enchantment, with that thought--
Now, I see clearly what you mean to me
when we're apart, my thoughts remain on thee.
This poem was written when I was away in the
armed forces, during W.War 2 and mailed home
1945