Love Is Not Blind I See With Single Eye

Love is not blind.

I see with single eye Your ugliness and other women's grace.

I know the imperfection of your face,

The eyes too wide apart, the brow too high For beauty.

Learned from earliest youth am I In loveliness, and cannot so erase Its letters from my mind, that I may trace You faultless,

I must love until I die.

More subtle is the sovereignty of love:

So am I caught that when I say, "Not fair," 'Tis but as if I said, "Not here—not there Not risen—not writing letters." Well I know What is this beauty men are babbling of;

I wonder only why they prize it so.