Some say
that in the kingdom of the blind the one eyed are king
But to those
blinded by love it doesn’t mean a thing
Its power
demands no requisite sight
Just total
belief in all its might
Eternal
devotion to those we adore
Blissfully
receiving yet offering more
It’s an
emotion that sometimes makes fools of us all
But so hard
to resist when we hear its call
Love only
requires that we feel and listen
So that its
possessive power can make us glisten
But that
power can create much confusion
When
reciprocation is merely just a delusion
Allowing us
to see
It was never
going to happen and never meant to be
