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I Saw No Evil

Updated on December 26, 2016
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I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia. I have a wonderful cat named Sid.

I saw no evil in you,

when you came to me.

You captured my heart -

right from the start.

Dazzled me with your style,

made me step into your world

and leave mine behind.

I saw no evil in you,

when days came and went -

with no call at all.

Long sleepless nights,

wondering if you were thinking of me,

wondering if you cared

and aching for you.

I saw no evil in you,

when you never replied,

as I said I love you.

When we danced,

holding each other tight,

I sighed but you seemed,

miles away.

I saw no evil in you,

your sparkling eyes hypnotized.

You spoke words,

that dripped like the sweetest molasses

and your smile -

was like the sun rising on a summer morning.

I saw no evil in you,

when you slowly broke my heart,

not responding to my tears.

My heart felt like a flower -

that lies crushed beneath a thousand feet.

Your eyes now dull and unresponsive,

surely a glint so evil,

how did I not notice before -

surely you were the devil.

Now as the years slide by,

I often wonder,

how I could have loved you

and never have seen the evil –

that filled your heart and soul.

My heart now so cold,

afraid to love again,

how will I know,

when another love comes by-

still wondering why,

I never saw any evil.

© 2016 Gypsy Rose Lee


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 13 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Sometimes is just happens that in love one person can overwhelm the other in such a way that everything seems fine and dandy Missy Smith.

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      Missy Smith 13 months ago from Florida

      Everyone has definitely had a turn at this kind of love I bet. I know I have. I actually just wrote a poem about it myself. I really relate to this one. I understand it really well.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 14 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Love is sometimes that way and it can easily fool you Shauna.

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      Shauna L Bowling 14 months ago from Central Florida

      It's easy to be blinded by love - or infatuation, especially when you're young. It's a blessing he became disinterested. No telling what may have happened if he stuck around.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 14 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      That is so true Dianna. Happy New Year to you and yours!

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      Dianna Mendez 14 months ago

      Evil disguises itself well at times and we have to rely on our best judgement to avoid harm. Experience is a great teacher but who wants endure the test? Happy New Year, dear one.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 15 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      A Happy, inspirational, healthy New Year to you and yours.

      Love seems to make everything right all the time when sometimes it really isn't Bill.

      It must be that glossy, shiny loving glow FlourishAnyway

      It certainly is Ruby. You cannot see beyond your own beating heart.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 15 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Love is blind...Hauntingly beautiful...

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      FlourishAnyway 15 months ago from USA

      It's sad that sometimes we see what we want to see when in love, even when the rest of the world detects what lies beneath a lover's shiny exterior.

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      Bill Holland 15 months ago from Olympia, WA

      It's pretty hard to see the evil when one is in love. Oftentimes, everyone sees it except the one in love....anyway, thankfully, I never have. :) Happy New Year, Rasma!