Love sees our faults with a forgiving eye—
Even the worst of them can be excused.
The truth of Love makes everything a lie
From being boring to being abused.
It’s not that Love is blind—it’s that Love sees
From the perspective of a higher vision
That says: “Next to the forest, what are trees?”
And soothes the mind to make the heart’s decision.
And when love fades, all it excused grows clear;
And when love dies, all that it killed will live
Till every little thing we once thought dear
Grows into monsters we cannot forgive—
Unless we choose to always recognize
Each other through Love’s charitable eyes.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells