Blinded by love
not by sight
I am walking into the unforgiving
darkness
that many before me saw
Led by the hand
of one that is unforseen
Wrongful deciet
I wonder if I could smell it out
a scent only known to a woman
Theres not more time for love
Only in passing are those words pronounced
Only in fear are they true
The gentle touch
The whispers, they are gone
along with romance and mystery
forced into an unaccustomed life
by unwelcomed circumstances
every motive is scrutinized
every lost moment is punishable
Its only when you write it down
that you realize what been lost
in the blazing fire
The passion is gone
and eagerly replaced
with anger
So where does loves passion go
when the flame has been extinguished?
It runs to your dreams that die
When you open your eyes....
