Love is blinded by beauty,

Embracing lust that passion has melt,

Coming from the pledge of loyalty,

Emotions are buried

It was then,

when she could only chase him with her eyes as he ran away,

and use her gaze to hold on to the golden skin,

I don't hear when he sings out of tune.

I keep silent when he does a faux pas

or his shirt doesn't go with his pants.

Though

He Forgot Who She Was

How could he forget
the woman she is inside
when the inner person is what
she adorned

Love blinds

Love is unfair, not because you’re not perfect.

But because it never comes when you wish it to.

It does care if you