They say love is blind.
Who are they, but the blind ones.
How can they say?
When they know not of what they speak.
A corrupt heart is a dead heart.
How can the dead speak?
Love is alive.
Love is for the living.
The seekers and the finders.
The finders are the keepers.
It is on them that love shines so bright.
Their hearts expand.
Giving breath to love.
As love breathes, love spreads,
love consumes.
Love is not blind.
Nor does it blind.
Love is sight where there was none.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY
This is excellent Scott! I think this may be one of my all time favorites. Keep up the exorcism of your feelings.
ReplyDeleteVery good Scott. I like the smooth flow. I agree. TRUE, healthy love is not blind.
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ReplyDeleteThank you all. Chantal, that means a lot to me, you are such an encouragement, as all who are kind enough to leave such positive and inspiring comments. God bless you all as you have blessed me.
DeleteYou are very welcome Scott. Many blessings :)
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