Dean Thorwood

Blinded From His Blessings

With a crook of her finger
He would be at her heels
Always ready to cater
To base his life upon every whim
Her smiles her frowns,
Her ups her downs
Were his new life
What a lucky girl, they thought

Her needs all met
And so much more
From the acts of a lovesick soul
Who wanted no more than the sight of happiness
In the eyes of the one he loved

When her head would rest at last
Her day fulfilled
The words “I love you” lingered in her mind
For the last conversation with him
Ended in nothing less

The days came to pass
Her ...