They say love is blind, is it?
That which makes men reason with thine hearts
My eyes have beheld an angel, such intriguing beauty, so they say
What a warrant! For a simple closure of their brains
So to withhold their thick skulls from reasoning
Oh! How beckoning it is to reason with thine hearts?
Just to flow in the rhythm of love, oh yes! It reckons from within
The deep abyss of thine fairytale heart.
Oh Elizabeth, how I love you so…I’ll be right by you for all ages
Till the end, says the chapman
Oh Ruth shall I behold you in my *****, I in your embrace and you in mine,
We will be together, ill swim in the warmth of your kisses, says the perfect one
They see not the past days, nor those to come, all for love’s sake they live for the present
Surely love is like the wind, it can never be seen
But it always is felt,
A simple feeling fit to drive men from sanity.
Love is the wind, it has no real destination, it instead goeth in all direction
From the lumberjack, professor, unrued stud
It spreads its fiery blazes through my heart
Such flames only she can freeze.
Love is divine, none can explain its originality except,

I loved you from the moment I set my eyes on you, I knew you were the one
Be it that the origins of love are untraceable, love sure is the end for most men,
Oh Dina you’ll be the death of me, says the sullied one
Oh Aisha, my sweet Aisha none can much your beauty, you are my first and last, says the mouthpiece
Oh Sylvia I knew not what love meant, till I met you,
Come aboard my beloved, let us sail to the land of tomorrow,
On our voyage of love, says the short fat tucked one.
Mercy, you are my sweet delicate rose, your red wine-stained lips,
The petals of my sweet rose, I want to spend every second of my life with you
Till my last breathe, says the tall dark fellow.
Love is the wind, love is surely as blind as a bat and the most proficient end for most men.