Love Is Fireworks
A riot of color that screams across the sky,
visible from heaven but never held.
It pricks your eye, burns your sight,
etches the face into your retina like a divine warning:
"You will never see them like this again".
It's never blindness, just an overdose
Then,
Marriage turns blind
Blind to the fire you still carry.
It sees the dishes, not the devotion.
It praises the schedule, not the soul.
It forgets the spark that seared your eye
and calls the ash commitment.
Marriage doesn’t ask what you feel, it assumes.
It doesn’t look, it remembers.
And memory is a poor prosthetic for vision.
Loved but still unseen
And that is the blindness
no firework could ever warn you about.
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Author:
Aman 12 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I feel marriages are blind...love isn't
- Category: Love
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Comments1
What a wonderful twist on the old saying that love is blind. Too true to catch the attention of new lovers and too late to relight the fire of those that have been scorched. A beautiful poem too full of truth to hang on the wall but instead hidden in the pages of dusty volumes of a library we all walk by but seldom enter. A fave
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