napkin the second.Whom is blind? Love? Or the Lover? Who even has the power to decide? The lover has, but love gives. And love takes. And love hurts. And love heals. Love is selfish. And the lover sits humbly, awaiting his fill of whatever Love is willing to do without, at his masters feet. Love lives. Lovers thrive. Lovers love. So where would love be without hopeless lovers to help? Love may be blind, but lovers refuse to see. Running into whatever comes their way. Refusing to look ahead. And resisting looking behind. Blindness is subnapkin the second.
