Love is Blind

April 9, 2010
By KSmyth BRONZE, Sheffield, Massachusetts
KSmyth BRONZE, Sheffield, Massachusetts
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A weapon of power,
Constructed for destruction,
Meant to mangle the heart of the victim,
A lopsided arrow
Striking with precision,
Abducting the breath
Of a foolish young dame,
Her heart speeding up
And skipping several measures
As an orchestra does when working with no leader
A tall, dark young man
Becomes the object of her dormant eye
As she suffers the wound given by a cherub,
An angel with no sense of color,
A baby who knows that love is blind.

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