In all honesty I believe Love is actually blind That she lost her road And headed straight Into the mess, she lays in today I hope we all find her, bathe her and clothe her Cos she's really a mess right now... Love used to be the gatekeeper Between the legs of young girls Keeping the invaders out in the wild But these days, She's more like the green lamp on the traffic lights Beaconing every car to drive that route Deep into 'The Virgin Close' Love used to be the backbone of every man The strength and blood that pushes men to fight Work and be the better person But these days She's become the gravity pulling every man down She's the pickaxe used by gold-diggers Digging the wealth out of our young men Leaving them broke—like some shattered glass Love was so innocent back in the day All she knew was just letters Written by some secret admirer And believe me The shadiest part of the letter is You've got beautiful brown eyes That's a classical one But these days Love does Sexting She's all about the unspeakable... Love is so rusty She needs some work done on her She needs rehabilitation From her figure to her concept Especially her use in this context She is meant to be the binder Between us all But sadly, Love is blind We've gotta spit on the ground Make mud and rub in her eyes As we proclaim the phrase (Jn. 9:6)... Here's Mud in Your Eye And all will come to know that Love is not blind Love is not proud Love is not self-seeking Love keeps no record of wrong Rather, Love is kind Love is patient Love is true Love protects Love perseveres Love is beautiful Just like the Sea... Inspired by Martha Machief Critiqued by Ess—Jay