You kissed me, and I felt my skin become electric.
You touched me, and I began to feel as though I could outshine the sun, burning hotter than the fires of hell.
I wondered how you'd changed me from liar and heretic.
Yes, I began to feel, for the first time, I could know how life could be beautiful again, without farewells.
By knowing you I was renewed, made to know the truth.
No more fear inside, no more tears, no more suicide, no more pain from abandonment, the pain vanishing.
Whatever I'd endured before you came, whoever I was, before you called my name, I was transformed.
And I believed, I do still.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
