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Love Through My Eyes

Nov 14, 2024
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By Colette Yonnie Nongbet


In the name of love ,

Can I say I’ve become blind ?

For the heart and the mind 

Both intertwine .


Everyday like a mirror 

Held to my eyes ,

I turn to seek the reflection 

In the depths of your honey glazed eyes.

I see the objection and pain 

But also the wonder of sweet refrain .

I can’t hold it against you 

For in this golden haze ,

I am allured to your charms .


The world is animated 

With hues so beguiling,

That the heart pangs 

For your love so vibrant 

And the mind morphs 

Into a lucid contentment .


What about long distance’s

Miscommunication? 

Or lost in translation?

It’s center revolving around you ?

It only causes trouble,

But I can’t stay away from you ?


Love is not about who has it the hardest,

The one who waits or the one that makes you wait ?

The one who waits ,

Anxious for their beloved’s return

And the one who Is making the other wait

Perplexed for putting first life’s necessities 

But both of them questioning each others loyalty ?

Sometimes you bend and sometimes you break 

But isn’t that life’s journey ?

You never know what awaits .


We click ,we connect then we disconnect and maybe even reconnect.

Through each stage we should do our best

For in one short moment 

You can triumph or regret .



Now then, do you see my debacle ?

For in shackles  I’m bind 

To see or not see ,

The mirror held up to me ?

For in those glints of your eyes 

Hold a spark so divine .


What’s wrong and what’s right,

Seem to collide .

I can now say ,

Love truly is blind 

Because we may see all the flaws 

But we’re willing to be blind .

For in lives brevity

There is nothing better than 

Love’s  blissful eternity.


By Colette Yonnie Nongbet


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