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The light of your love, was too bright for the blind fool,

the beat of your heart for him so loud he could not hear even with his ear pressed against your breast,

he kept walking, silently, until he reached the grave,

then he turned and finally saw,

what you were,

what he had not seen,

all that could have been,

what he had missed,

the noise of a life with you took him away,

and blew him into the grave,

into a tomb of regret,

to be once again,

silent and blinded.

by death.