To Kill Blind Love - Poem by Gabe Florsheim
How cruel a blessing that you cry!
What angel sings of shattered dream?
And writes to authors as they lie
to tear their hearts right at the seam.
True love can't see and lives in heart,
But you taught blind poets to see.
True eyes closed when she did part
And with it murdered poetry.
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