Blinding

You are beautiful.

So, please, don't take offense, but

I must confess,

I'd much rather suffer from 

An ailment of the eyes than

To ever see your lovely face again.

Don't be insulted, please don't misunderstand;

I'm just far too weak to see your eyes again, 

The way they look at me with no feeling, no affection.

Even worse, to watch your lips knowing that

They never once have and they never 

Once will form my name in syllables

Of longing.

Reviews

[Horizons]

You defined "BLENDING" in your words that seemed powerful in the poem. Great Imaginary, i got something new or learnt something new about it. I liked the poem.

[Mir]

You are well aware of my need of rhyming in poetry, but with yours, it's still breathtaking and beautiful!

[devon]

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