Love Is Not Blind; It Is As Red As A Thousand Rose Petals Massaged Into Oblivion In My Blender Poem by Wes Thompson

If the worst is yet forgivable
And the best not left forgettable
Perhaps my name will not leave Her heart
When Her love is needed most
And I am humbly left
Staring as a little boy
With Her breath still on my lips
She knows not what beauty She invokes
When Her gaze meets the stars above
As I knew not how blind life was
Before my eyes fell upon Her face
I drown in the depth of Her blood
I sway with each sighing of Her breast
As with the gentle beating from beneath
That I would give my name to match in rhythm
And give my life to keep from ceasing
A heart She swore in promise
Upon my neck on swooning chain
That rests against my chest
Through parted lips my heart unwinds
Veining thread Her breath unravels
And sweeps away the setting sun
In shades of Red blood cannot retain