When the drums ring, I cannot hear them.

When the maiden concocts her delight,

Black, warm, seductive coffee

I cannot smell it.

I see clear as light but blind as dark.

I walk into walls and fall into pits.

I get struck by lightning and drenched by rain.

I hold a hot plate and cannot feel pain.

All in the name of love.

My eyes see further than an eagle.

My ear hears a tickling whisper.

I can walk on a tightrope thin as a web

With my eyes closed.

Yet I still fall!

I bear a heavy heart.

Simply hold a quiet hope.

A dim light.

Just to give this love a living chance.

But the truth is as sharp as nails.

Nails that bind a messenger on a cross.

A sacrifice for a mass loss.

Weary of the cost of loss.

I Endure the pain of holding on.

But now let go

Because when I am in love

I can’t see.