Me And Love Is Blind Poem by Daniel Chapman

I can never find love,
And love never finds me.
If only we could see
The beauty in love… and me.

I've searched high, I've searched low,
Every place a heart might go.
I swear love is searching too—
Don't ask how, I just know it's true.

I thought love found me long ago,
I held it close, or so I thought so.
But when I looked with honest eyes,
It was only a symbol, a well-dressed lie.

I had love resting in my hand,
Once upon a fragile time,
But it slipped away like borrowed sand,
Because it was never truly mine.

A message for love—Cupid must be blind,
He loosed the arrow, missed your heart and mine.
Or maybe I was born without the sight,
Or maybe I choose darkness over light.

What if love's been closer than I knew,
Right beneath my feet, right breaking through?
If only I could lift this veil,
I might finally end this lonely tale.

I'm not trying to sound bitter or be mean,
But love, if you're near… please make yourself seen.
I'm tired of hoping, tired of trust,
So close to quitting, so close to "just."

Is this my fate, or a streak of bad luck?
Or am I standing still while love's unstuck?
Oh love, oh love—where could you be?
I'll keep searching until my heart can see.

And maybe the truth I've been scared to find
Is love was never blind at all…
Maybe it was just waiting for me
To open my eyes—
And stop calling myself invisible.

Daniel Chapman