Here's one of my philosophic poems. Deep thought about a deep feeling.
Love is blind
Love is blind?
It sure is!
Or would be,
If that would matter at all.
But does it really?
Isn't it the truth,
When the shiny light
Brightens everything around it,
And thus,
The formerly so dark,
So shadowy creatures
Once begin toturn their backs
From the grip of evil,
And by the shiny light,
They forced to close their eyes,
And see that richness inside,
What they always ignored,
When they believed,
That they see "clearly"
In their real world?
And is that blindness
A foolish belief,
Of an unaware adventurer,
When he's about to face
His impending destiny?
Or is it an action,
That the satisfied child does,
When after a long day,
Knowing his safety,
Travels to the heaven of dreams
In the arms of his caring mother.
Love is blind
Love is blind?
It sure is!
Or would be,
If that would matter at all.
But does it really?
Isn't it the truth,
When the shiny light
Brightens everything around it,
And thus,
The formerly so dark,
So shadowy creatures
Once begin toturn their backs
From the grip of evil,
And by the shiny light,
They forced to close their eyes,
And see that richness inside,
What they always ignored,
When they believed,
That they see "clearly"
In their real world?
And is that blindness
A foolish belief,
Of an unaware adventurer,
When he's about to face
His impending destiny?
Or is it an action,
That the satisfied child does,
When after a long day,
Knowing his safety,
Travels to the heaven of dreams
In the arms of his caring mother.