blinded

I was blinded with the word called love, I said he was an angel from the heavens, he hated it when I said that
He told me several times that he wasn't an angel, he told me he was the devil and I disagreed with him every time that he said that
I swear every time I looked into those light brown eyes all I could see was an angel, then I would look at him and I would see wings and a Halo
We have fun I was happy as if I was under his blinded spell, I was under a spell called happiness
Later on I found out his true disguise, I hated myself for believing that he was an angel and then I cried like a weeping angel
I may never know the reasons why he left me but I do know now that he was not the one for me for which he would have stayed
If he were a true angel from the gods he would have stayed with me through everything from thick and thin, from darkness and from lightness
We all get blinded from the word love, now it means nothing to me because I was so blind