my labahaba

Your beauty might blind me So let me close my eyes And follow you blindly Lead and let me walk beside you all day Even if I may be led astray There's no place I would rather be For you treat me so lovingly I would follow you anywhere willingly Show me your thorns my rose And let me grasp you tightly each cut and indentation will be a reminder that I have held perfection A reminder that perfection has graced my hand Perfection that can never be found in any land Oh my sweet rose I now sit down and compose I write my feelings for you to read To let you know that I await blindly ready for you to lead