I don't think love is blind,
i dint see anything,
but my love saw everything,
how can my love be blind..?
Love saw my height, my weight,
my flesh and my bones,
but missed to see my beautiful soul..
I never had a clue
that love is so blue.
love has a red veil on its face,
it is like a passionate race.
I tell u, oh love
that u didnt win this race,
with all that cracks on your face.
It may be true
that love is blind,
but now i know
that I am not blind . . .
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Very true...very well expressed...
thanx abha...penned it on the last day of my IIM career..lolx
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