Though I love you, I am not blind
To your faults, but I let them pass,
I find contentment in your garden,
Though a few weeds grow among the grass
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Though love is not blind it can often turn a blind eye to the infrequent indiscretion. The flaws spoken of in this poem could be more harmful than the odd indiscretion. Love can be defined in many ways including an unconditional selflessness. 'Deep and unblemished are the roots' would suggest that though the initial 'fruits' are dead there are others to consider, and that's where choice comes into the equation. A clever piece of writing, Lora.
You know that you love truly I think Lora when the loved ones faults no longer feel like faults at all and instead become Features! : -) Reminds me a little of the Beatles song Let It Be. And I certainly agree that friendship is always a beautiful thing. Write on dear poet and friend!
not my favorite. last stanza perhaps is good advice. but love is not 20/20 and can not be sure of what lies ahead. that's why there are divorce lawyers and coroners. bri :) i have married four times and feel that my first three marriages may have (probably would have) ended sooner if i had chosen to just live together without marriage. well, you know what i mean? counting to ten may work sometimes. counting to 100 may be necessary, but who's got time to count to 10,000? ? bri :)