Blindly in love
Posted on August 08, 2018
There was something about her, I dearly loved.
Was it perhaps, how kind and selfless she was.
Or maybe, the way she sat by the window,
Watching snowflakes fall down from the high sky.
Perhaps, I loved her for the passion to write,
When she sat there, with a pencil stuck in her hair for hours.
Or, was it the way she scratched her forehead searching for words to scramble on a piece of paper.
The way she curled her lips deeply thinking.
I foolishly looked for the reason why I loved her.
And I haven't yet fixed the day, or time I fell for her smile.
I loved her blindly,
For she was to be loved, without a reason.
And she knew of my love for her, as soon as she glanced at me
From above her glasses
Falling into my arms.
And I have never felt more at home, until I held her in my arms.
Right where she belonged.