The purest form of love Is the love of a blind man Who knows not the beauty of one Nor the ugliness of another Only the scent of compassion Engraved in our souls The purest form of love Is the love of a blind man Who knows not the race of one Nor the color of another Only the essence of generosity Embracing our hearts The purest form of love Is the love of a blind man Who sees not the scars of one Nor the wrinkles of another Only the value of affection Enclosing our spirits as one The purest form of love Is the love of a blind man Who sees not the materials of one Nor the neediness of another Only the offerings of support Emerging only from other blind men
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