Love isn’t blind as some claim,
she sees and finds with the right aim,
seeks and binds though she maims
but got a selfless will to die for love.
Love isn’t a symbol of red heart,
she is beyond the science and art,
always ready to play her unbiased part
whether she ends up hurting love.
Love isn’t thousands of care and gifts,
she presents challenges and opportunities,
prepare the heart for the task ahead
and apply herself to discipline and train love.
Love isn’t red roses and nice perfumes,
she is the mirror that point out faults,
stand for the right when it is tight
and does not give up on love.
Love is secret made open,
weakness made known,
everything done for the right reasons
whether she gains or loses love.