Love Is For The Blind

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Timeless darkness

what is in a sound

bitterness or sweet

the drag of a pound

I yearn for something more

though my mind is simply lost

I don't know what I'm missing

nor the price or the cost

I want to be in love

wrapped up in the meaning

floating in the air

pressed up against the ceiling

I hold the hand of basil

in the arms of winter evergreen

eskimo kiss of River Star and Snowball

all leaving with the breeze

They say love is for the blind

though maybe they were wrong

cause all I do is smell

yet I am still alone

If you couldn't tell by now

this story is colored gray

I've yet to find the one

who takes my breath away

September 15, 2014

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