B(l)inding Love is, as you might've noticed, a wordplay of love being BLINDING (making you not see) and BINDING (making you bound to the other person). The blinding in love makes us not see, try hard to help/make the other half happy, but end up making it all worse in the end.
We can always take it badly, but the true, real, non-fairytale love will just smile at all the funny moments that seem so grave at the moment, over time... Love makes us blind, while, if we look at it closely, bind us together. A marriage of two imperfect souls and the fucked-up moments being actual joke-like highlights. Smile at the other's reddening cheeks with an 'I love you, strawberry.' ^_^
To show some love, he went and mowed the lawn Neverminding the lovely strawberry patches half-grown She asked why For the sake of love, running along morning pleas Neverminding the fact t'was not her todays' cup of tea She asked why Taking the fate into his hand On the mend Turning the love welded And upside-down Asking why To let her know he loved her more than more He wrote a poem that she just could not read at all She asked why For the sake of saving time and energy for her He slept, neverminding, that she was already home She asked why Taking the fate into his hand On the mend Turning the love welded And upside-down Asking why Taking the fate into his hand Turning the love welded well Though, no one asked why After a bit of time No one expected it right on the first try And the why's grew into Fields of strawberries When the blinding bound the love married
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