Zesty Lemon

Oh! Love is like a zesty lemon, it makes fools of us, doesn’t it? I feel half blind these days – like someone’s squeezed lemon into my eyes instead of my tongue. And yet, somehow there’s still this tangy sweetness I taste, even without clearly being able to see where it is coming from. Maybe this is the feeling of being blinded by something and still knowing exactly how beautiful it is.