Blind Love

I often wonder
How would I have loved
if I was born Blind
With nothing but the Kindness of the heart to guide me
The warmth of touch as my rudder
And the sweetness of words as my Compass
Would I have still loved you
Not knowing how beautiful and radiant
Your eyes are
Would it be true love
Inner love
That which comes from the heart
and not swayed by Looks
What would you see
if you were to peer into my eyes then
The Radiance of a Loving Heart
or the Darkness of a Deprived Soul.