The love that was blind, but not blind like others...

She met him, she loved him
No he saw her, he fell into her spell
No, no...but deeply into her eyes
No, cause blind was loves disguise

Years passed, in his life many women embrace
his beautiful gaze.

For her, she was just lost, in cruel spells by sons
of darkness
Until her prince came, and liberated from that heartless,

 away from that empthy dark void,
where sexuality was king of all.
He showed her love, without a call.

You might say it does not ryhme
but it is that old darkness talking you in hymns
Cause it is the soul of the poem that is the meaning
itself.
Actually ryhme is just a bonus shelf

And a true story made to poetry , is more than any trending bigotry


Well , then , saved by the prince, they happily would be.
Not yet, said the devil
Cause her corpse, body and soul, he would not let go to rebel


Her love stuck by her side, many blessings they had in sight.
But demons where strong in their grip
Destroyed them almost both....
Only apart they could into life dip.


And the blindness has come back
oh, That foggy attack
She can not see, at times...
Not that true love that went soo weak...
She waits for him to show he is meak,
meak to her companionship,
Maybe he could turn into courteship,
drinking of that cup of eternal love
watched by angels praying with the white dove

Angels help them return to that love..
So alike what they experience above.
Angels say this union will make spring blossom
in heaven and earths great bussum