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“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind”

The disembarking of love is at once sudden and detached

Rolls of waves, beat against the hastily wrought hull

Fashioned out of empty words

You clung to me and I clung to you

Terror awash in your eyes

Bridled with the lazy roll of your voice

The pronounced hesitance that later

Followed suit

I do not blame you, for what are words

That do not stand behind their depth

I felt your hold slacken before I lost your warmth

The guise of dither heavyset in your pupils

Set among the crippling waves, I sailed

On and on, while you stepped ashore

Forward cast, never looking back

Not even once

I was lost for awhile, brought back

Only by the crash of the current

Beating mercilessly against the rocks on the strand

Fair Cupid, hasty in his judgement

shot beyond his mark, laying siege to only one

Blindness only yielding blindness

Never again would I let my mind be washed

In the ever elusive idea of beguilement

Never again would I drown

In the propriety of being adrift