LOVE IS BLIND

By John Miroghene Wanogho

"Love is blind," they say, but not devoid of vision, I say. For if lovers blink, the truth is that they are blind, but only for a little while.

"Love is blind," they say. Dead is that love devoid of vision, I say. If it's true that lovers' eyes do cease to see, oh, how I cry in my heart for love! For the inevitable disasters that love would see.

"Love is blind," they say. But I see well, I say, beholding the rising of the sun and its indisputable setting with time. Without this understanding, one would treat love without love.

"Love is blind," they say. Love's vision sees beyond, I say, farther than the eyes can ever see. No wonder God's love for us reveals our wickedness and unfaithfulness within.

"Love is blind," they say. But the love that is real and pure, beyond the hidden hearts of lovers, can truly be seen. Love that exists under the sun can see; it needs no physical eyes, just the eyes of the heart to see.

"Love is blind," they say. Love flows like the seas, I say, taking its course wherever the wind blows. The eyes may see beyond the sea if the heart can yonder see.

"Love is blind," they say. Constant is the shining of the sun, I say. Though we see it for a while, shall we then say it ceases to shine? For God has made His wonders so.

"Love is blind," they say. With the rising of the sun comes the reminder of its setting with time. Shall we say God's control is no longer present over what He alone created?

"Love is blind," they say. There’s much to love that the eyes cannot see. If love is real, then let it see with the eyes hidden deep within the soul. Love is and will always be mystical.

Love is fragile; I accept that. Love is patient, that I know. Love is caring; there's no doubt about it. The profoundness of love is for some. But I refuse to agree that "Love is blind."

"Love is blind," they say. We must state unequivocally where the blindness lies.

The love that is blind sees no wrinkles on the face of the beloved. It knows no age, and in it lies boldness.

The love that is blind says yes to virtue and no to vice.

I rest my case.