Love is blind goes the adage.
How much blind really?
Being blind to status in a gauge
Never thought of colour in a stage.
Not attached to creed in a rage.
Very much akin to understanding in a wage.
As there is nothing more to get engaged.
Little or none being in controversy to get enraged.
Writing about love in a page
becomes a hard task even to a sage.
So going with the adage
that love is blind
is apparently a
rare find
if it is really a bind
then it is an affair kind.
It it turns out to be sour in the hind
then it is an exchange unkind.
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