LOVE IS BLIND

Love is blind
Love sees no flaws but only perfection.
Sees not the faults in those it slowly holds.
Love is blind to those in its reflection.
The tainted things remain concealed, untold.
Deficiencies it tucks away from sight,
And displays nothing but what is pleasing,
Burying weakness from our seeing light,
Closing blinds to mask and keep appeasing.
Love sees no wrong or original sin,
Sees not the damaging or the feuding,
Love is blind to defections of the skin.
Unexposed to the thought of concluding.
Love is blind to whom embrace its song,
Love is blind to the sense of right or wrong.