Blindfolded Dance
"I like you too."
Something that I,
for five years,
have longed to hear
you tell me.
My heart throbbed
with ecstasy,
My stomach panged
in surprise,
and everything
went black.
This is when the
"stage light" had shone.
one gentle Hand
held a disguised Snare
and marked the start of
our distanced
"Blindfolded Dance".
Each sway led me
deeper in your steps,
and changed me into
a naive puppet.
Each of my strings
entrapped by your sweet
chocolate-covered words.
However, the fault
was my own.
Clinging onto that
which was not promised,
my grave was prepared.
the Trap did not
aim to remain
dancing for life, but
only for a
moment, not
an eternity
like me.
It was then that
this "Puppet" had
understood that it
was the only one
wearing the blindfolds.
the Snare had
left the stage long
ago, leaving the other
alone.
Yet, this Puppet
kept dancing on its
own, not needing
someone else, and
took leaps, jumps, and
landed on her feet.
The "crowd" gave her a standing ovation,
and with each applause, the puppet
became her own Person.
It took some time
but finally,
through many storms,
even she had learned to love herself.
What Love taught this puppet
was more valuable to her than the
"love" that snare could ever give her.
Love teaches, opens up our eyes, and
transforms those who wish to become stonger.
Love is pure, not to be used for others sins,
whether intended nor unintended.
Love lets you dance together,
binding two into one.
Becoming each other's soul,
with no blindfold, no tricks, no dirty desires.
Love sets us free.