Blind To Love - Poem by Michele Wachter
They say that love is blind
and can appear when we aren't looking.
Love, how do we know when it is love?
Is it a feeling; a thought?
Or maybe just a gentle touch
that opens one's eyes
to the love that stands before them.
Whatever it is, that key to recognizing love;
embrace it, allow yourself to see
that the love that stands before you,
is how it's meant to be.
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