Emotional Surgery
Choices cut, but like scalpel
Are needed to bring healing
To make the blinded person well
And clarify his thinking.
For Love like cataracts gray
Truth to make them white,
For 'Love is blind' they all say
And lovers lose their sight.
Not able then to see control
And sheer manipulations,
Repeatedly they make the fall
To masquerading passions.
With pain, this cut I must make
In deep emotional surgery-
Pretentious 'love' I must forsake
And from you I must be free.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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