Blind love is the kind that finds you
Even when you’re hiding
Hands outstretched in the dark
Searching for the shape of a heart
It has never seen
It walks toward the sound
Of your breathing
Trusting the tremble in the air
The warmth of a presence
It cannot name
It does not ask for proof
It does not ask for light
It believes in the pulse beneath your ribs
In the way your silence
Leans toward its own
Blind love is brave like that
Stepping into the unknown
Tripping over fear
Still reaching for you
As if you were the only truth
It ever learned to recognize
And maybe that’s why it hurts
Why it heals
Why it stays
Because even without sight
It sees you
Perfectly