Color Blind

Can love be blind, or am I blind for even believing? I must be deaf and dumb as well to think that go to hell meant you wanted me more than I wanted you. Even in my daydreams of you, rejection isn't cold just a way of playing the cat and mouse game of voodoo. Torture, brutal and unjust, but makes the love lust more for the untouched. Clutch reality as fantasies fantasized by me are of looking into your soul through those brown eyes, but a goal that may never be attained. Must gain a grip, I'm sinking my own battle ship but I won't strip what I've longed for in the years that I have known you, or could it be only days? Dazed and amazed at how a crush could feel so real, but fade just like the sun on an autumn day. So quick, so fast, never touched your lips, never touched your mass love for something that may never be created again.

So I ask can love be blind?

I'm blinded by your sight, but love isn't a one way street, nor a teenage game played by me. Third degree burns, the smell of flesh as it cooks like a flame broiled Whopper. Stopper, no letter go, just another bopper I know.
Burnt by someone lost, thought it was special until the meat seared when you said I'm out of here, but so scared. I don't think love is blind, but has a navigation system that is intertwined with lust. Must I try again, but my heart will never mend. Send my best wishes to you for I played the fool tragically. Reality lost for a moment thinking something special were to unfold like origami. Somebody stop me for I will ramble on for eternity thinking you still hold the key. Finally I see that love isn't blind it's just picky and it seems that I'm not worthy. Who's to say if you were my true love anyway? If not, then where does this mystical creature lay? I've been waiting a lifetime to make that journey.
So I ask one more time...

Could love be blind?
Hey Love. Help me see...