Love Is Not Blind

Though I love you, I am not blind To your faults, but I let them pass, I find contentment in your garden, Though a few weeds grow among the grass I was not blind when the blight came To our orchard, rotting the fruits, Now the trees grow stronger than ever, For deep and unblemished are the roots In the deep caverns of the heart There are corners untouched by light, Sometimes we wander there, as if blind, But then love comes to restore our sight Love is not blind, how well I see The beauty of your heart and soul, With one eye open, or both eyes closed, Bells declaring the truth will still toll Love is too precious to analyze, When we find love, let us give praise And close our eyes to our loved one's faults, Judging not their flaws in measured ways Though we know that love is not blind, Sometimes it has to make a choice To close its eyes and bravely march on, While listening to a wiser voice