Love is Blind

Just a poem I wrote when I had nothing else to do. It’s a bit sad.

Love is blind,
but I want to see.
Oh why, oh why,
must it be me?
Me who must be confounded
by this wonderful love.
It makes me want to soar.
Soar! Like the beautiful dove!
But then won’t I fall
into that abyss?
Drawn down
by your kiss.

Oh how I love you!

How I love you!

But love is blind,
and I want to see.
It leaves no room,
for you, and me.