Love is not blind, but sees with sacred sight,
A sweetness hope might scarcely recognize;
Such vision shared ignites love’s ardent light,
Forgiving flaws where others would divide.
Yet what love sees, to others seems purblind,
For love can see the essence of the soul,
Accepting 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 lover’s hearts, past death beyond—
Celestial fires that burn with light sublime.
In your bright eyes I see eternity;
Elysium’s flowers dancing in the breeze.

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