I once saw a Mongolian child,
how absurdly beautiful it was.
Eventhough her eyes looked off,
into space, they could stare,
and wield, my soul into place.
I once saw a Siamese twin,
how jealous they made me.
To be with your soulmate,
ever since you are born,
hug her, kiss her, never,
letting raging thoughts storm.
I once met an autistic child,
he was never angry, nor was he sad.
Diagnosis prooved, time after word,
that he'd been emotionally dead.
But I saw him alive, happy,
and playing in his own, peaceful world.
I once met a disabled girl,
her eyes beamed the moment they looked at me.
And eventhough she couldn't walk,
nor would she ever be able to talk,
her eyes could speak for her, magically.
And then I met, the neighbour's daughter,
a little, good-looking lady.
Her smile was too narrow,
too emotionless for me to see,
that she too was special,
as any plain farmer's girl to me
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