Blind or Not

The heart is not what counts,

A mind does with its many thoughts,

Every word and action you do no matter the amount,

Counts towards what kind of feeling chimes for conduct,

In such chaos and evil manifesting in our sound,  

Eros beckons out a word of caring,

Shall the heart try to defy,

Then the soul shall end up in black flames fuming,

With the remnants of remaining love,

Destroying all that was pure and kind in pairing,

Chains connecting two hearts are fragile,

It can be broken at any moment,

But if one manages to collide one self with bleeding lust without denial,

Red strings of love can intertwine,

To make two hearts one in an endless tranquility trial,

Many hidden faces can act in display,

They lie within and make sure to strike a deal,

With Erebus whispering words like a demon seeking a call upon death and rebirth 

today,

Desire of dedication to open up to one another,

Is vital for the truth in our hearts to convey,

The other love that is in a cage,

Can be broken out to spread its wings to fly,

Making sure you bring out the hidden eyes of the unforeseen in name,

Into light with the real you with no time in sight,

May all love in this world be done in an altruistic page