I came upon a bar called The Dungeons Inn

Inside it looked to me to be the Devil’s Den

A voice said “Hey, handsome, where you been

Then she whispered in my ear just call me sin

We had some drinks and we hit the floor

Later, we needed some air and went for the door

I said in a slur you look like pure love to me

Mister, loves not something that you can see

Then she turned and headed back inside to sit

I went the other way it was time for me to get

 

I found a greasy spoon aptly named The Cure

Got a cup of coffee I swear was too thick to stir

I extracted the crude and asked for another cup

I noticed the lady behind me had just stood up

When I heard a man say you sure do look nice

She gave him a stare that was as cold as ice

He didn’t get the hint saying I think I’m in love

And she stepped on past with a bit of a shove

She looked over her shoulder as she passed by me

Saying, “Only a fool thinks love is something you see.”

 

I just smiled to myself as I watched her head out

As I sat contemplating what it all seemed to be about

The words, not seeing love kept rolling around in my mind

I know I can see beauty, but love by looking, I will never find

The primordial need is to hunt and conquer not catch and release

While the nurture-gatherer searches for qualities that will appease

The animals prowl at their favorite watering-holes tonight

Never knowing who will champion the evening heart or sight

Some are there to seek out the qualities to fulfill their fate

While others come looking to simply find someone to mate

The eyes register visual ques of an elusive potential quest

As the mind and heart evaluate emotion to see what it suggests

Beauty is desired by the eyes as the heart seeks love’s longevity

True love is felt in a heart that is blind to what the eyes can see