Our Minds Are Not Blind Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

We both are unwilling victims,
Of a love left to go unexpressed.
A love that is suspected,
Yet remains detected but not addressed.

We know our minds are not blind.
Or our hearts confined.
Although trapped by time,
We find to waste.
To marinate in hesitation waiting for a taste.

We both are unwilling victims,
Of desires and needs we wish were met.
But the fear of rejection,
Keeps our insecurities in check.
To protect.

But our minds are not blind,
To those feelings we get.
Wanting them met.
No our minds are not blind,
To a leaving emotions...
Unexpressed.
Each day our minds are not blind,
To a wanting to connect.
But the how,
And the when...
Is not prepared or ready in our minds to begin.

No our minds are not blind,
To a leaving our emotions left to go unexpressed.
No our minds are not blind,
To those feelings we get.
With a wanting them met.
But the how,
And the when...
Is not prepared or ready in our minds to begin.

No our minds are not blind.
Although we marinate in hesitation waiting for a taste.
No our minds are not blind.
Although we marinate in hesitation waiting for a taste.
But the how,
And the when...
Is not prepared or ready in our minds to begin.
Or hoping that we didn't wait too late...
To find someone else didn't hesitate to taste.

No our minds are not blind.
But we both are fearing we will be rejected.
To expect it.

'I love this.
It has a message that seems directed,
To someone special.
Who could it be? '

Did I give that to you?
Or would you like another clue?