An Ode to a BEAUTY THAT BLINDS . Her looks transcend the barrier called fair His heart and will to resist her she binds Thinking naught but of her smile he pines For the release of her bouncy blonde hair Her leaving his small realm he could not bear Like the silky long curls her finger winds He's limp, all for that beauty that blinds From all else yet at her helpless he'd stare. . While seeing the shallows though not the signs Showing more than a pretty visual layer Whether the twain may too meet with their minds, Hearts will share their most secrets should they dare Feelings far further than vague dating lines To know eternity their souls shall share. . . [P.S. And, no, I don’t plan on quitting my day job to become a master poet.]