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Love is BlindMy ears do not hear,
My eyes do not see,
But my heart still feels love,
And so I am free.
Love without limits, love without bars,
Love that is joyful, love beyond rage.
This I have found, and this I do know:
Love unlocked the door of my heart's lonely cage.
I will not listen to the anger screamed in my face,
I will not allow my soul to know fear.
I am whole, I am loved.
This is right, to have my love by me here.
Take a moment, stand with me.
Hear through my ears, see through my eyes.
Do you understand the truth of my world,
That love sees beyond all disguise?
You can fight it, deny it, run away out of fear;
Lock up mind and heart behind cannon-proof walls.
But is it worth it to greet love with hate,
And deny the sound of unity's call?
Man, woman, white, black, fat, thin, us, them;
These are the words that define what love can be.
What is allowed to the heart lest we offend the eyes.
And yet, I am blind - so my heart is free.
Between the Leaves
That I may be the lady for you,
My royal knight, with heart so true -
Never before have I wished for such a thing,
But the mere thought of you makes my blood start to sing.
Perhaps my words are forward, even so,
To stop loving you would be to kill me, this we both know.
Many will cry, "how horrid! this plain human girl with an elven sprite!"
But do you feel that anything could be more right?
The moment we met in my soul is enshrined,
How beautiful you were, how wise, warm and kind.
Your soft almond eyes watching me from the trees,
The only break in our silence a whisper of breeze.
Why did you follow after this poor warrior's child?
What of me was it that drew you away from the wild?
Before you, I was nothing but drab, ill and plain,
But, safe in your arms, as your lady I reign.
How I dread the coming of the end of the day,
How my soul aches when I must go away!
But, you remind me, even after this world ceases to be,
My heart will find yours, together under our tree.
LoveI love her strong hands and silken skin,
that always smell of summer.
I love her gentle eyes and soft lips
I love her hesitation.
I love her compassion.
I love her odds and ends,
her oddities and strange habits.
I love the way she can inhabit me, control me, and set me free in a manner of seconds.
I love her heart, her innocence, her naivety.
I love how she can carelessly throw her entire being into love,
and be totally consumed by it.
I love that when I feel as though I am about to tumble of a cliff,
into the darkness of despair,
she is the only one,
the only thing,
that keeps me from falling.
I love the way she breathes, calmly, deeply.
I love her, with my entire being.
I am consumed,
she is love itself.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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