Blonde hair? Blue eyes? Endearing smile?
Nah, they had unmistakable dark hair,
With even darker eyes yet,
And I’d laugh whenever they smiled.
Yet I fell for those eyes,
Those dreadfully strained veiny whites,
Their air of curiosity and contrasting aura of intelligence.
I fell for those strands,
Twirling them between my fingers as they lay in my lap.
Hoping, just hoping a couple would fall off and stay behind with me when they have to depart.
I fell for that smile,
The little giggle that accompanied it too,
The wrinkles on their cheeks as they tried in vain to form dimples.
I wish, I could say I fell for those lies,
Because they never did “lie to me”.
But they made me nervous to my stomach,
Butterflies they say, Fluttering.
But mine were Rumbling,
And I could swear they heard those, as they lay on my womb.
They were the sole gardener in my garden of elation,
Unpaid labor however, my grave underestimation.
How far could I possibly have fallen?
For such high concentration of imperfection?
How COULD I deserve perfection?
Questions I can’t ask…Why?
Am I scared of the question?
Or might I be terrified of the answer?
Nevertheless, I got my answer,
It got me actually.
How could they?
Why did they?
But I had already known,
I had already seen.
How then does it still suprise me?
Riveting individual(s),
Perhaps love isn’t truly blind
But it does blind.
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