Love is Blindness

I feel secure with you but is that a foolish thing to feel?
Because for all I know, you could have a knife wrapped around 
your arm and tucked up in your sleeve.
Love often blinds us from whats in front, clear and plain to see.
So often emotions take over, when the brain should truly speak. 
Your eyes the very color, that remind me of a deep seeded pain,
that drain all my emotions, leave me blank and barely in frame.
You're a gentle soulful figure, filled with bliss and embodied with art,
but that doesn't mean you can't hit and run,
cause the damage and forget where we even had our start.
Every now and then I cringe when I hear your very name
but cringing doesn't always mean one is uncomfortable or filled with fear.
See I know every inch around you, every freckle every mark.
I even know the walls that form the cage, 
'neath your skin and cloaked around your heart;
but truly I must be blind when I didn't see,
what was set directly in gaze and placed in front of me.
Your frame was missing it's picture but yet I refused to believe.
No matter what I saw, I just refused to believe.
See I can write all I want about you, say all I need to say. 
Imagine every scenario and try to make you stay. 
Some may even say, that i'm wrong to try and keep you, 
and thats true I maybe wrong, but i'm blind 
and my heart is telling me, I need you.