Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Truly Love Is Blind


Love is blind
As love just knows how to feel
It cannot actually see who you are in love with?
Since, love just happens to be
We love someone who appears as caring to us
Then we just begin to be in love
No questions asked about it.
Simply it happens to be
As that is the way we are
We do not think and just feel through emotions.
In my view if you use your brain in love then it will never allow
Never allow you to love truly
It is heart, your heart needs to feel something special for that special someone
Then, love just is
It starts to make you feel things, never felt before
For that one and really special person
Love starts to be as love is blind, truly blind.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013
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