The Circle of Love
by Grace Chiodo '18 and Tim Cote '18

Eyes of gold and a heart on fire,
True love being my utmost desire.
I hear him whisper from a distant terrain,  
aimlessly guiding my young, ignorant brain.

He pulls me in then quickly disappears,
Bringing a day of smiles—another of tears.   
But being blindfolded in this ever-vast sea,
I cannot help but chase what I cannot see.

For there is always someone calling my name,
Teasing my empty heart with his same old games.
So I tug helplessly at my tarnished blindfold,
Realizing love is not the idealism I've been told.

And once the blindfold falls to the floor, I turn around,
only to see love chasing my life round and round