Love is blind
I perceive it’s true indeed,
Little rhymes to wisdom lead
So here is one to understand,
One to share with you my friend.
When man’s stomachs cry out loud,
The head is wrapped into a shroud,
And when the head makes up its mind
The heart is left ten miles behind.
On top of that what do we find?
When men’s hearts rule,
The man turns blind.
Turn blind and jet more clearly see,
The way things really ought to be.
Turn blind to fear, to fault, to ill.
Turn blind to see more clearly still
To see the things but good and true,
Search for the very best in you.
To find all that is good and kind.
It’s good to know some men turn blind.
Let’s close the quest of where or when
Our God looks on the hearts of men