Love sees everything.
But it is interested in that which feels good.
So love is not blind as is popularly believed. Love sees.
There was a rich but ill-mannered young man
And a poor but beautiful well-behaved girl.
When they fell in love, you couldn’t tell
They came from two different worlds.
But he knew she was poor and
She knew he was ill-mannered.
Love is not blind. Love sees!
N: See my other poems here: http://www.kalaharireview.com/fictionpoetry/2013/12/2/little-wall-gecko-others.html