Blind Love
Oh how I long to touch her skin
All I can hear is her sweet voice
I know it’s a sin
But it’s like I have no choice
I can’t see her beautiful face
I can’t see the color of her hair
All I can do is sit here and pace
I can’t even stare
I can’t see the glow in her eyes
Even so I don’t want her to trade
I can hear the sad cries
Of my minds thoughts that don’t fade
She is all I want, all I need
She is my seed
Sx9 commented on Blind Love
12-18-2009
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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