I’m not Blind! Or Am I?
I am not colour blind
But blind,
And my hearts’
Not red,
I’m told it’s white
Red hot
That's how I live
So ever after,
happily
Let love be blind
But under the sheets
No lights are needed
Tis the warmth of the hearth
The breath
That we value most
You love me
And
I’d you toast
So is loves divinity
A gift of eternity
Where’s the need
Of others invasion,
When love and lust
Can be the very most
Satisfying equation
Ah! Cause of
A loveliest incision
As two merge
With one another
Arrives a younger
Yours must just rise
Then you will
Even if you
Really are blind
See love
With your third eye
Beneath the blinds
If you really have one
Comments
This is why you are on my fans list
Mate, this is fucking beautiful poetry.
Each word perfectly chosen and where it needs to be.
May I offer you bees knees stamp?
...and the fucking credit
goes to you without any second thought
.Thanks
I'll go with Jess here,
but for the line breaks in the last bits. I have no idea how to rearrange them (and wouldn't expect you to), but I stumbled with them. Ah, free verse. It is a difficult concept. Otherwise a sharp work.
istan
free is
as free as loved
or better still,
ISTAN is
Thanks let it be
as it is
What...
can I say, after those glowing endorsements?
Great work, Loved. ~ Gee
You have said
much more
with your seasoned silence.
Thanks