But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
Love is my religion, I could die for that.
To love a thing means wanting it to live.
Love is blind friendship closes it eyes
You should love your neighbour like you love yourself.
To those we love best we say the least.
Copyright © ®2009, By Lisa Anderson
yeah, how come is that, that we no talk to the ones most special?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. Well said, the last line is classic. Adeline