it seems love is blind . . .
like a stranger's unexpected kiss . . .
insistently distant but still refined . . .
like a lover's voice we miss  . . .
something looming deep inside . . .
creating an emotional choice . . .
love is found in regal hearts . . .
adoring stately minds . . .
marked by defining moments . . .
though we may think . . .
love is not always so . . .
we may not see love coming . . .
like that dark tornado night . . .
suddenly catching us up . . .
hurling emotion and life around . . .
twisting sentient feelings . . .
sometimes love is healing . . .
still a bewildering choice . . .
sometimes love is blind . . .
making us blindly stumble . . .
shaking us to the core . . .
love is everything passionate . . .
diligently listening . . .
sometimes so romantic . . .
blind love begs for more . . .
when love goes deaf and silent . . .
leaving us feeling empty . . .
nothing left but ghostly empathy . . .
every feeling unseen and unheard . . .
there is no certain cure . . .
often love is blinded . . .
simply silenced by absurd . . .

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