It was not love that struck me at first sight,
Not Cupid’s dart that did arrest me there;
But something in an instant did ignite
A flame of passion that did surely flare.
And glim to conflagration grew anon
Consuming thusly reason, wit and sense.
Outshining logic which did soon abscond
And left this purblind courter in compense.
This swain did swoon and sightless ventured forth,
Proclaiming visions of such wild state
That sober listener not yet weighing worth,
Felt sure he must fair gaze through heaven’s gate.
That love is blind ’tis but no wonder so –
For souls in love see not but beauty’s show.
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