Sunday 7 November 2021

blinded

My tongue knows no words but the thrums of your name 
Even the wind and the trees acknowledge this mighty presence you have left as an imprint
On my oh-so-soft heart 
How did the seasons change in its entirety 
To have you blind me so
That now I see no one but you ?

- I am smitten

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