Truly, Love is blind.
All my wish and will,
That he takes for me:
Sure Love cannot see,
That he thinks so, still!
Truly, Love is blind;
But he hears, instead.
He hath such fine ears,
Far away he hears
Little words unsaid.
Truly, Love is blind;
For the merest touch,
Hover of a breath,
Smiling underneath,
He will take for much.
Blind, and without fear!
Even so, I find
He would have me here
Always, very near.
Truly, Love is blind.