Blind Love

You endear me unnecessarily

looking past my faults, past my prime and wit

yet you’d have me extraordinarily

endeavor for love than sooner omit.

Beasts like me aren’t fit for creatures like thee

fools are suited for insignificance

so did burns of lust scald you some degree?

Can I not spurn you, hasten your partance?

Finding unwanting to part company

resolve oughtn’t we to snub out faux pas?

Accept equal yearning epiphany

after all, we both are lowly bourgeois?

So you must be quite typhlotic and blind

as I am quite uncouth and unrefined.

The End

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