Where love does blind us, pain unveils
To all the missed minor details
The things we forced ourselves to see
How we wanted them to be

They say “love is blind”
But truth be told, it isn’t.
Love can see quite clearly
And we cannot see through its eyes

But it acts like a curtain
Between us and the truth
Just like looking at the sun
And then looking away

We don’t really know
What we see, and what we don’t.
*But love is blinding
And pain unveils