Love Is Not Blind Poem by Daniel Chapman

How can this earth, so beautiful and wide,
Look so broken when you stand close beside?
We treat her with carelessness, with disdain,
And love, I think, can no longer bear the pain.

Now all you hear is people say,
"Love is blind"—and maybe that's true today.
But I feel love has chosen to close its eyes,
Not out of weakness, but to survive the lies.

Love longs to see only what is pure and bright,
But the world has filled its home with shadows and blight.
So love moves softly, hidden, unseen,
Looking for moments where hearts are clean.

Love is everywhere, though it must tiptoe,
Through a world weighed heavy with anger and woe.
That's why when it finds you, it often sneaks in,
A quiet arrival, a gentle, unexpected grin.

So is love blind? I say no.
Love simply refuses to watch the hate grow.
It shields its heart, it guards its grace,
Waiting for the spaces where kindness can take place.

Because even in a world that sometimes seems cruel,
Love remembers its truth—it will always be the jewel.

Which is my Mothers name Jewell love you