The Blind God

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I know not if she be unkind,
  If she have faults I do not care;
  Search through the world--where will you find
  A face like hers, a form, a mind?
  _I love her to despair._

  If she be cruel, cruelty
  Is a great virtue, I will swear;
  If she be proud--then pride must be
  Akin to Heaven's divinest three--
  _I love her to despair._

  Why speak to me of that and this?
  All you may say weighs not a hair!
  In her,--whose lips I may not kiss,--
  To me naught but perfection is!--
  _I love her to despair._

© Madison Julius Cawein