Finding You

Love is not blind it’s sweetness always reaching,

For the object of its desire in plain sight but not seeing.Until eyes are finally opened then seeing but not believing,But love is not blind it’s sweetness always reaching.Until heart is finally opened and understanding now believing,Finding you was love’s desire it’s sweetness always reaching.

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