Old tired eyes, caught out and clearly blinded,
Misguided and dumbfounded by loves light.
Which burns you to your very core, reminded
Perhaps of another lover in the night
Lost well before this new found dream was met,
Who now stands almost welded to your arms.
Perhaps to smother all their past regret,
Or warm within their new found lovers charms.
Beauty beheld as beauty should be held
In blind eyes with fresh faith more blinding still.
All rhyme and reason with good senses shelved
The moment clasped by each with weakened will.
Yet momentary lapses all soon fade
Decisions cast found lacking by clear mind.
Casting doubts upon each sworn promise made
Proves lovers leaps should not be taken blind.
[This message has been edited by writer51 (edited 08-29-99).]