Love is not blind. I see with single eye <br />Your ugliness and other women's grace. <br />I know the imperfection of your face, <br />The eyes too wide apart, the brow too high <br />For beauty. Learned from earliest youth am I <br />In loveliness, and cannot so erase <br />Its letters from my mind, that I may trace <br />You faultless, I must love until I die. <br />More subtle is the sovereignty of love: <br />So am I caught that when I say, "Not fair," <br />'Tis but as if I said, "Not here--not there <br />Not risen--not writing letters." Well I know <br />What is this beauty men are babbling of; <br />I wonder only why they prize it so.<br /><br />Edna St Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-not-blind-i-see-with-single-eye-2/
