They say that Love is blind,
but Friendship closes its eyes.
What happens when one regains their sight inside Love,
but Friendship has not formed well enough
to incite the closing of one's eyes?
How does Love turn a blind eye
to those little idiosyncrasies that no longer
seem so endearing?
is Love merely the ignorance of
affect in the face of affection?
or is it a fleeting negligence on the part of the intellect
that assess gain and loss,
incomprehensibly leaning towards gain
when ultimately loss is all that can be garnered
from such a union
as yours
and mine...