Love is not Blind br Yet some declare it so br Love is not deaf br Though many fail to know br The heart that wrestles br Sees love divine br And is oft crucified br br Love is not blind br Yet would often look away br Love is not mute br But seldom speaks its name br Love is one within br But incomplete, without two br Love is love given, and love received br br Love is not Blind br Neither is it a stranger br To pain br To sorrow br To longing br To regret br Love is the mother of all.