Blind

Another written exercise

Too many times he'd been hurt
Insecurities ruled his mind
His flaws were too visible in their eyes
But there was no door that he could find

He was locked in the cell of love
Where his eyes didn't see anymore
He relied on the beats of his heart
He knew he won't win in this kind of war

Yet he didn't regret in his choice
He accepted to be blind at all
His dream was to grow old with her
Only her beside him in every rise and fall

Author's Note

To the ones who love selflessly...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

When love comes, we must open the door of our heart.
"Yet he didn't regret in his choice
He accepted to be blind at all
His dream was to grow old with her
Only her beside him in every rise and fall"
I liked the above lines. I agree with them. Thank you dear friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Dhaye]

Thank you, coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Eddie Davis]

'Locked in the cell of love' -- wonderfully worded description! Well done.

[Dhaye]

Anyone could be locked in a cell, but it is great if it's the cell of love, neither hate nor sadness.
Thank you so much for reading my poems, Eddie.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this...i put a barrier up for years, and then finally decided to just let go...accept the rises and the falls...
no regrets...although there may always be just a bit of holding back. Nature sometimes throws away the key---and we have to decide, "the key to?"

[Dhaye]

Thank you for the insightful review, sir jacob.

[gabrielle]

Tanga nga daw ang umiibig. Hehehe.

[Dhaye]

Siguro nga.
Di pa sure, eh noh? Sa iyo, may "daw" pa, sa akin may "siguro" naman. 😝😝😝