My Crazy Little Thing - Poem by Chris Frando
They called me blind
For falling in love with you
What I saw from a man
As playful as gust wind liked you.
They called me deaf
For listening to your promises
Whether it’s true or lies I believed
No doubts, no regrets.
They called me a Fool
For staying in love with you
Enduring the best and worst scenarios
And knowing that someone else has you.
But, this is what I could say
You may just know my name
But not the hidden man within
And where I have been.
A strong heart to hold on,
Gentle heart to forgive and move on
And a sincere heart to love unconditionally
Giving all that I have for the man I will love endlessly.
Am I blind, deaf or fool?
I am just in loved so deeply
And I know that it is crazy
But it is true,
and it is my story.
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