Love is Sometimes Blind

          The old cowboy strode into the room, his eyes searching for that beautiful face; but in his thoughts a quiet voice remarked, “How quickly my love turns her head elsewhere. Her eyes seem to forever be searching someone else's face for the love that blazes in mine.”

          If only he knew how to unlock her mind and heart, and touch her soul; if only she really knew him, too, as he knew her so well over these many years. But how quickly his one love seeks to find someone else, her memory of “them” fading. His memory of her is still so fresh and strong in that old rider’s chest.

          Soon, “they” will be no more, forever. If only his one love had only knew him, if only his one true love was not blind. If only she could look through the run-over boots, the sweat-stained hat; look through his weathered face, and see the love in his heart…

~ © 2003/2010 – David L. Griffith ~
For My Special Lady

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