Love Is Blind

You don’t see the defects, You only see the muscle, And when he is accused, You cause a kerfuffle. Adjacent to beauty, truth, That youth so lively and vital, Vibrant with colour spread, He speaks with his amble. Two sociology’s merge, Into one lovely scene, And technology assists, With where you’ve been. Having only conversation, Through looks and kindness, Facilitated by still silence, Interspersing strong keenness. Bed lying open to anyone, Enclosing only the two of you, Glueing that modish freshness, That expects to act and do.