Love of my life, my shimmering blind spot,
A crimson haze clouding every vision.
My pulse falters—the heavy friction
Of a lonely soul meeting a heart uncorrupted.
...
I really don't want to cry,
But it is not me who is crying.
I really want to be strong,
But my heart is fragile.
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My Shimmering Blind Spot
Love of my life, my shimmering blind spot,
A crimson haze clouding every vision.
My pulse falters—the heavy friction
Of a lonely soul meeting a heart uncorrupted.
We are currents entwined,
Like mountain veins of water bled into wine,
Flowing under the weight of high-altar vows.
Yet the filter of our devotion begins to strain,
Choked by the shadow of a third silhouette.
I offer you the steady stone of respect;
You crave the boundless ocean
Of unconditional love.