Lights. Blinding me while exposing the wrongs done in the dark. But I thought love was blind? Do you mean to tell me what I thought to be love was just affections in the darkness? Because I remember the feel of you although I never could see you. I remember the sounds of you whenever my lips and hands were on you. If love is blind, I was not blind until now. Then I am reminded, the love of a mistress is left in the darkness never to be spoken in the lights to a crowd.