People might call me blind and stupid,
But I just feel like one of a kind Cupid.
So, whatever common fools may think,
I keep on dreaming in shades of pink.
And though I may be foolish and dumb,
I am glad my heart will never go numb.
For I follow the rules of the hearts’ bond,
Which will survive the exile to far beyond.
That’s how I know for sure I’m still alive,
Even if sweet feelings will never thrive.