{"id":2764,"date":"2025-10-09T17:54:21","date_gmt":"2025-10-09T17:54:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bobboydpoems.com\/too-smitten-to-see-the-signs\/"},"modified":"2025-10-09T17:54:21","modified_gmt":"2025-10-09T17:54:21","slug":"too-smitten-to-see-the-signs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/too-smitten-to-see-the-signs\/","title":{"rendered":"Too Smitten to See the Signs"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was a teenager<br>\nI thought she was perfection in the female form<br>\nI was so smitten with her, I couldn\u2019t see the signs<br>\nI couldn\u2019t see how she would eventually cheat on me<br>\nI had such tunnel vision that I couldn\u2019t see the inevitable<br>\nbut it was a good lesson<br>\nafter the tears dried, I gained great clarity<br>\nI became wiser and more adept at seeing the signs,<br>\nlike looking into a crystal and seeing the future with a woman<br>\nlike becoming practically bulletproof against assaults on my heart in the years to come<br>\nthough that too smitten to see the heartache coming was painful<br>\nit was one of the greatest lessons of my life.<\/p>\n<p>Bob Boyd<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was a teenager I thought she was perfection in the female form I was so smitten with her, I couldn\u2019t see the signs I couldn\u2019t see how she would eventually cheat on me I had such tunnel vision that I couldn\u2019t see the inevitable but it was a good lesson after the tears dried,&hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/too-smitten-to-see-the-signs\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2764"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2764"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2764\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2764"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2764"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2764"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}