Love is Blind

When love is bind it speaks its words
.upon the pallette of the heart.
All seems so true when love is
new at  the start.
You witness to your friends the joy he  (or she)
has brought your way and
made it seem so real
that surely it would seem better than
an actor who would steal your heart away.
Like a play on a stage the play of your life
 has pages too that when carefully  inspected
have times when the rent seems overdue.

We rent a space and fill it up with one we choose
to love until the cap on the toothpaste tube
not put in place properly gives us a shrug.
Our feelings may start to dwindle and
disappear from view and then the words fly like
a creature caught in a stew.
No one can ever bring back the drama of love
so perfect as when it is brand new;it becomes like
a car meter with coins always overdue.
Eventually one gets sick of putting the coins
in the parking meter.