Love is so blind
It's so blind
Her eyes will meet the faces of the profane and the poor
And give to them the pearls she keeps behind her inner doors
She will speak the truth and she will ache and she will bleed
For the idiots who own the air the prophets have to breathe
Love is so blind
It's so blind
She is not the mystery they make her out to be
She calls them like she sees them - she sees unselfishly
The ears of those who listen can be callous or concerned
They pity her naivete or marvel at her worth
Love is so blind
It's so blind
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