Love is not blind but sees with precious sight,
Perception kind that often truth belies,
Such vision shared does loves’ élan ignite,
Absolving sins while kisses moist baptize.
Yet what love sees, to others seems purblind
For love can see the essence of the soul,
Forgiving faults, that others would not bide;
Fair judgement not of parts, but of the whole.
Love is the core of every human bond
That holds steadfast against the trials of time,
It lives in lovers’ hearts past death beyond;
Empyreal fires that burn with light sublime.
In your bright eyes I see eternity;
Elysium’s flowers dancing in the breeze.
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