Blindness of Love
Do you ever wonder?
Elbow resting on the kitchen sink, and ponder,
About the true validity of love,
How who or he, up above
Can intertwine two lost souls
Or is it the sweet blossoms of life which confine two blind, forgotten souls.
Merged by this, deep connotations of our spiritual imagination
Or did I miss the angelic frustration or our initial attraction.
Which blooms from a child-link wink,
Than withers away through a matured blink:
But it can be restored by the simplest of words.
Her heart is my joyful cry; I am not alone on this earth.
If love be the ripe of life,
Than let my shell crack open
My once restrained kite.
And than, will I truly understand the blindness of love.