Is Love Blind ?

Is Love Blind ?

A Poem by AnnaMariaQQss

Does one “feel it,sense it,

Know what it is-

When they find it,

Run from love

Screeching, or simply

Dive in head first??


I think we all decide

Early in life what we

“ Think ” Love must be.

I can remember knowing

     “I was in love”

At the age of 8.

And I’m certain,

Looking back, reflecting

On those feelings ...

They were very real!

Truer than most adults

 Concept of pure love.


As children, we are always

The silent observers to whats

Going on around us.


Then life sucks those earnest

Child like qualities from us.

So I ask this question,

“ Was love Once Blind...

     Or is it Blind? ”


I myself

Have fallen short so many

Times in life that everyone  

Else pretty much threw me away!


And this is sad..hard for me to say..

They never even knew

WHO OR WHAT, I AM

 Nor what I WAS

AND AM EVEN ALL ABOUT,

They wrote me off!


Threw me away

And disregarded

My NEED for

Mere understanding.

That only left

One other person...

Who WOULD

Give a dam..about ME.


Let me tell you all

About this now!


The joy I felt for the very

First time was,

My first time love.


I say this

Simply because

I was never

Able to feel empathy

Nor compassion

For ANYONE,

    Not even myself.

Oh man….

When I learned

How to love me…

WHAT A LIFE

I BEGAN TO LIVE.


32 years, a old

Single mother

And working

76 hours a week.


BUT YA KNOW WHAT…

I had never

Been like that...

Free-to love

And nourish me!


So I think

I’m inclined

To agree,

Some times

LOVE IS BLIND…

But guess

What ma`friend

We all can

Find,see, and feel it,

And FINALLY

Share REAL LOVE

That is no

Longer bond

By chains….


The love of my life,

Then entered my life!


Who would’ve

Thunk-ed it!

Thank God

I was finally freed.

In the emotional

Position to love too!

He is EVERYTHING
That Lil`Girl in me
Had always dreamed,
And had known...
That Love could really be!

You know what ?
She even foreseen,
From then,
Back in the
Day of ago.
So very long
Ago, up until now …

And all

OF THE THINGS,

The woman in me

Would and now need!


Don’t give up….

On your blind love!

Hugs, AnnaMaria



© 2011 AnnaMariaQQss


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Thank a bunch WatashLegand for the review.

Posted 10 Years Ago


wonderful write with a hopeful ending you penned much truthfulness in this and I enjoyed it

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh this an ode to love and the hope that pervades it.True love is unconditional and selfless. Everything else is just a partnership of two needy individuals.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It is true to be able to love, you must first accept yourself for all your faults and all the lovely things that are you, I do not however feel like love is blind to me love is accepting the shortcomings of those you chose to love and understanding the reasons they are the way they are. great write thanks for sharing and congrats on your true love,

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

TY very much for the review.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Extremely inspirational. Once we learn to love ourselves and take care of us then we can find love. One thing I always want to know from a man, is if he is comfortable being alone. Does he like that person he is when everyone is gone and he stares in the mirror. Does he like that man that no one else can see. Wonderfully written.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

How humorous and uplifting. I truly enjoyed this one

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tags: Spiritual, Self, Hope, Heaven, God, Personal, Beliefs

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AnnaMariaQQss
AnnaMariaQQss

Maysville , KY



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