Love is blind,
Or so the saying goes.
But doesn't it really go:
Infatuation is blind?
Infatuation is blind to the human heart,
It devours the body,
Curve after curve,
Letting the personality melt away.
But true love is not blind.
Love sees the tears,
Talks through the frustration,
Love accepts.
Accepts the self doubt,
Accepts any denseness, jealousy, or agony.
Love isn't blind,
And ignoring the problem,
But talking through the fights and accepting the weaknesses.
It's not fixing each other,
Or only loving them for who they could be,
But for who they are now in all their broken-ness.
Above all else:
Love Is All-Seeing.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
Love is blind,
Or so the saying goes.
But doesn't it really go:
Infatuation is blind?
Infatuation is blind to the human heart,
It devours the body,
Curve after curve,
Letting the personality melt away.
But true love is not blind.
Love sees the tears,
Talks through the frustration,
Love accepts.
Accepts the self doubt,
Accepts any denseness, jealousy, or agony.
Love isn't blind,
And ignoring the problem,
But talking through the fights and accepting the weaknesses.
It's not fixing each other,
Or only loving them for who they could be,
But for who they are now in all their broken-ness.
Above all else:
Love Is All-Seeing.
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