Love is Blinding

With my eyes closed she leads me–my heart in her hand–to Hell.

‘It’s beautiful,’ she whispers, but there’s a difference, I can tell.

My toes touch fire; brimstone burns my cheeks.

But still, ‘it’s beautiful,’ my love to me repeats.

She tells me we’re in Heaven and all I can do is believe

As she leads me into Hell–while in love–too blind to see.

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