Poor love is blind!" A foolish thing to say. Love has a hunred eyes.And naught escapes its glance throughout the day. Ah! love is very wise.Love cansee things unnoted bythe world.Secretsof heart and mind before the eyes of love are all unfurled. To say that love is blind! Love can see beauty no other eyes can see, and joyously it traces through the beloved ones veil of of secrecy, a thousand graces.Sharp eyes has love.So quick to note a grief, a weary soul in pain; and having seen, eager to bring relief and laughter once again. pitiful and tender are the eyes of love when trouble looms in sight; and, with thesteadfastness of stars above, shine through the darkest night.Eyes of the world are often hard and cold,their vision is unkind.They note but drabness: love sees rose and gold.To say that love is blind!
