Blind


The problem is
it feels too perfect,
as though it could fall apart at any moment,
or, as if the time we are in currently
is all that we'll ever truly have.

We don't know what we must face next,
and it scares you and me the same,
the problem is I feel insane,
it's similar to if I felt nothing at all,
but my feelings bring me irrevocable pain.

The superb feel it puts on my soul,
however, makes it all okay,
and soon days turn to years,
and the love grows and kills me,
giving off a brilliant light.

All I can say is
I'm glad you're mine,
I miss you all the time,
I wish I was with you,
your love makes me blind.

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