Love is always blind.

It sees from the heart,

And not the curves.

Love is always blind.

It lets lovers fall,

Not knowing how deep into.

But you,

You judge her from the way she dresses,

And the way she flaunts.

You see her,

From how she pucker her lips,

And not from how she sees the world.

You only rate her,

By how many foolish men rush to own her,

Being just as foolish as you are.

But I guess you are not to blame,

For how can one love,

If one has never even been loved ?