I’m sorry dear for my love makes me near-sighted.
I cannot see far; the harder I try the more I am blinded.
So I must feel you with the tips of my fingers and hear you through the beating in my ears.
I’ll love without seeing you, the way everyone ought to. For our eyes judge without meaning, and sooner than we know our hearts will forget that they are the ones that were supposed to be bleeding. When I close my eyes I’ll rely on our synchronized breathing to tell me where we are going.
We’ll get lost in the power of love’s knowing for there is nothing better than what it is showing us and just like God, in your lips I trust.
So let’s not rush because love is patient and love is kind and believe me when I say that I know love is blind.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
I’m sorry dear for my love makes me near-sighted.
I cannot see far; the harder I try the more I am blinded.
So I must feel you with the tips of my fingers and hear you through the beating in my ears.
I’ll love without seeing you, the way everyone ought to. For our eyes judge without meaning, and sooner than we know our hearts will forget that they are the ones that were supposed to be bleeding. When I close my eyes I’ll rely on our synchronized breathing to tell me where we are going.
We’ll get lost in the power of love’s knowing for there is nothing better than what it is showing us and just like God, in your lips I trust.
So let’s not rush because love is patient and love is kind and believe me when I say that I know love is blind.
Date Written: 9/18/2012
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