Love is not Blind
Yet some declare it so
Love is not deaf
Though many fail to know
The heart that wrestles
Sees love divine
And is oft crucified
Love is not blind
Yet would often look away
Love is not mute
But seldom speaks its name
Love is one within
But incomplete, without two
Love is love given, and love received
Love is not Blind
Neither is it a stranger
To pain
To sorrow
To longing
To regret
Love is the mother of all.
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I would like to translate this poem
very nicely done...i loved this poem!