Love speaks no other language besides its own
Blind to faults of the object of desire
Deaf to subtle warnings or loud protestations
Love sees only blue skies and beauty featuring
When cupid shoots his arrow, dipped in a potion of love
None can dissuade unless the arrow is broken!
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2012
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