Poetry

Blinded

“The day you told me you loved me
was the best day of my life.”

There was something about you. It called my name like a whisper on the wind. And my eyes, whenever they graced your eyes, your flawless skin, your perfectly imperfect hair, it felt like I was blinded. Like those were the most beautiful things I’d ever seen in my life up to that point. And I never wanted to look at anything else again. But that’s exactly what it was. I was spellbound, I was enthralled, I was smitten, and the longer I spent in your presence, the more my heart opened up to you.

Though I tried to resist it, I was powerless to stop it. And I knew you could crush my soul at any time. I was waiting for it, to be honest. Like a countdown I couldn’t hear or see. But then the day came that you finally said your heart belonged to me.

That was the best day of my life.

© Sarah Doughty

You make my days good days.

18 thoughts on “Blinded”

    1. Haha, no one has called me a mermaid before. Thank you, love. You were right though. Poetry is little moments. Fiction is an entire story. The style, the “narrative” so to speak, is very similar. It feels more real to me. 😊💖😊💖😊

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      1. Well I could have said witch but that would have sounded so wrong 😉 and though I like both I am a mermaid so maybe you are too. You do it proud (fiction) but you ain’t shabby at poetry either!

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      2. Haha thank you. 😊😊 I suppose witch would suffice for me as well. But water is my element, so mermaid could easily apply. As always, love. Thank you for your support and kind words. 💖💖

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