Doubtless

When blinding lights set past the hills,
I see more clearly.

Bathed in moonglow, lighted distractions diminish;
leaving only love's pure brilliance.

Touch, smell, taste, sound... all truer senses;
attesting the truth that sight conveyed.

No illusions were staged by her beauty;
affirmed by these sensations.

Knowing now, what I believed I did,
no more, just

Doubtless.