It’s said love is blind, but so is the one
Waltzing to the sweet smell of silent deceit.
Twirling, twirling, spinning until undone
To chase in haste again, what bears so sweet.
Slipping up the slippery slope in hope
To quench the hunger in man, an abyss!
Fool! Nothing meeting the eye can quite cope
But what was sent and was said before this.
He pursues the man who veils his vile heart
To present what will rest the wailing soul
By finishing the work told from the start
And bringing His beloved back to whole.
What a melody for the searching heart
For those who believe shall never depart.