Love is Blind?
The cynics say
that love is blind
it hides the truth
by mere design.
It sees no shades
of black and white,
but hazy grey
in twisted light.
How else could love
accept the flaws
the dwell within us
one and all?
It accepts the secrets
that we hide,
the painful truths
we oft deny.
Unseeing love,
it does not turn
but embraces all
that others spurn.
And so they say
it must be blind
to give so freely
with open mind.
I think instead
love truly sees,
the hope and chance
of what could be.
It sees us as
in dreams we are
perfect souls
with perfect hearts.
So let the cynics
have their say
about the love
that got away.
We know truth
they'll never know
true love sees all
and in knowing, grows.
that love is blind
it hides the truth
by mere design.
It sees no shades
of black and white,
but hazy grey
in twisted light.
How else could love
accept the flaws
the dwell within us
one and all?
It accepts the secrets
that we hide,
the painful truths
we oft deny.
Unseeing love,
it does not turn
but embraces all
that others spurn.
And so they say
it must be blind
to give so freely
with open mind.
I think instead
love truly sees,
the hope and chance
of what could be.
It sees us as
in dreams we are
perfect souls
with perfect hearts.
So let the cynics
have their say
about the love
that got away.
We know truth
they'll never know
true love sees all
and in knowing, grows.
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