Love in a total blind is truly strange

For it denies faces - pretty or plain

And so we then conjure up images

Based on nothing but scrimmages



And then we mould them to suit our fancy

Not having any idea whether it's chance-y

Oblivious to our own realizations of truth

For we want to believe so much in good



And, sometimes, we are completely fooled

Because we started out lacking the right tools

But then - we may well have connected with one

Who wouldn't have given us the time of day in sun



And so - blind love may well have more truth ...

Than other ways used to find the romance groove

And when that happens - then all will be worth ...

The things we had to go through to find that turf



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

1:35pm Sat. Feb. 6th, 1999