Love is blindness? Yes, I know and it does not help repeating it to me over and over again. I can't even logic my way out of every day situations! You expect me to apply my brains while my heart is all that I follow. In all my eternal stupidity, I wish I was deciduous; ready to shed it every autumn when coldness overcomes the warmth of spring. I shall reserve my discourteous behaviour for my brains even if it reminds me that my reasoning is fallacious. It shall always do, for it knows little about the leap of faith that love empowers one to make.
Love is blindness? But I have made a pact. I will not see it. I will just be lost. Let logic be reserved for those who want to study trivium. When I am in love, I cannot speak with the right grammar or make sense or play with rhetoric. I just don't want to be smart in love. I want to be myself, abashedly naive and stupidly pure. But then, I am usually like that and eternally in love.
Love is blindness? But once you wrapped the night around me, I can't see anything anyway. Why search for the light when the absence of it is so beautiful? It is certainly not darkness that I seek… but the bliss of being myself when the lights are off. When a simple caress is more than the promise of coitus! O! let this moment be here forever.
Love is blindness? Who says that I am sightless in love? I can see you all around me like hallucination is a way of life. But how can it be that it is so? There is a stimulus here that makes you walk beside me when I go home every night. It is your love that makes me feel your warmth around me. I am cycling past the raindrops hoping that with every breath, your warmth turns into the cold breeze and rush into me. I am not delirious. But you do appear every where! May be you have made a home beneath my eyelids.
Love is blindness?
I am just too numb to feel!
Good night
I am just too numb to feel!
