Is Love Blind ?A Poem by AnnaMariaQQssDoes one “feel it,sense it, Know what it is- When they find it, Run from love Screeching, or simply Dive in head first?? I think we all decide Early in life what we “ Think ” Love must be. I can remember knowing “I was in love” At the age of 8. And I’m
certain, Looking back, reflecting On those feelings ... They were very real! Truer
than most adults Concept of pure love. As children, we are always The silent observers to whats Going on around us. Then life sucks those earnest Child like qualities from us. So I ask this question, “ Was love Once Blind... Or is it Blind? ” I myself Have fallen short so many Times in life that everyone Else pretty much threw me away! And this is sad..hard for me to say.. They never even knew WHO OR WHAT, I AM Nor what I WAS AND AM EVEN ALL ABOUT, They wrote me
off! Threw me away And disregarded My NEED for Mere understanding. That only left One other person... Who WOULD Give a dam..about ME. Let me tell you all About this now! The joy I felt for the very First time was, My first
time love. I say this Simply because I was never Able to feel empathy Nor compassion For ANYONE, Not even myself. Oh man…. When I learned How to love me… WHAT A LIFE I BEGAN TO LIVE. 32 years, a old Single mother And working 76 hours a week. BUT YA KNOW WHAT… I had never Been like that... Free-to love And nourish me! So I think I’m inclined To agree, Some times LOVE IS BLIND… But guess What ma`friend We all can Find,see, and feel it, And FINALLY Share REAL LOVE That is no Longer bond By chains…. The love of my life, Then entered my life! Who would’ve Thunk-ed it! Thank God I was finally freed. In the emotional Position to love too!
And all OF THE THINGS, The woman in me Would and now need! Don’t give up…. On your blind love! Hugs, AnnaMaria © 2011 AnnaMariaQQssFeatured ReviewReviews
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StatsAuthorAnnaMariaQQssMaysville , KYAboutI wanna leave my foot prints everywhere I can and on whom ever's white carpet I can so I know I'm still kicken up dust LOL. Cooping is pretty damn hard, but harder yet is crying for my kids and a.. more..Writing
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