They said you are blind?

They said that you are blind, Yet I can see you with my mind, The piecing through my spine, To me you are but tote sacrifice, A jar of an oozing surprise! They again called you trust, A trip merely to thrust, The raging furnace's ole to rust! You are the thing I love to hate, And I truly hate to love! While I have inveighed about you. You have wounded the side of the sun, And the heat ululating the end of the cold, Beating the crust aglet of the gun, Then, The rising of the mocking moon; Red may be danger, a dagger of threat, Today, that same red is the hand of love; With many hiding under to defile, The sincerity of her meaning; The blind gift exchange is here, The smiling shadows of a fair, To end the tale of a hallow fair, All of us are strict beggars, For if you don’t beg from humanity, You must beg from the almighty; So, please lower the shoulders, Get a gift for me, even if it is a like, To prove your true show of love! A Letter to the maladroit Cupid! ~ Tile Tersoo