Love is truly blind.
In this fact, I do believe.
How can what aches so
feel too damn good to let go?
Impossible to concieve?
Love, I say, is blind.
Even in the darkest night,
not one spark of light
would I need to see his face..
run into his warm embrace.
Love, my friends, is blind,
for the heart sees more than eyes
that would turn away
refusing to see the truth
nestled deep within a heart.
I just bow my head
in acceptance of what is
simply beyond me
and pray that my destiny
finds him as blinded for me.
You're right...love is blind. I was in abusive relationship for 6 years. In the beginning, I loved him so much that I didn't see him for the monster he really was. Anyways, I really love this poem. Keep up the good work.