In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors not,
But `its my heart that loves what they desire.
 

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
 

Love's blindness consists oftener in seeing
what is not there than in not seeing what is.
 

Love is not blind-it sees more, not less. But because
it sees more, it is willing to see less.
 

As selfishness and complaint prevent and cloud the mind,
so love with its joys clear and sharpens the vision.
 

But love . . . adds a precious seeing to the eye;
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
 

Love stories have so overworked 

the power of love's gaze, 
that finally people agreed to discount it.
We hardly dare, nowadays, 

to admit that two human 

beings loved one another because they 
looked at one another. Yet-love dawns thus, and only thus. 

the rest-comes afterwards.
nothing is more true, more real,

 the primeval magnetic disturbances that
two souls may communicate to one another,
through the tiny spark of a moment's glance.
 

Life has taught us that love does not consist in 

gazing at each other, but in looking outwards

 together in the same direction, there is no
comradeship except through

 union in the same high effort.
 

The eyes start love: intimacy perfect it.
 

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift my glass to my mouth
I look at you, and I sigh.
 

Love is not "Blind" but visionary; 

it sees into the heart of its object,

 and seethe real self behind and in the midst of the 

frailties and shortcomings of the person.
 

It is commonly thought that, of all people,

 lovers behold one another in the most unrealistic 
light, and that in their encounter is 

but the mutual projection of
extravagant ideals. but may it not be the nature

 has allowed them to see for the first
time what a human being is, 

and that the subsequent disillusion is not the fading of 
dream into reality but the strangling of 

reality with all too eager embrace?
 

Though love is blind, yeh tis not for want of eyes
 

They say love is blind....it was certainly true in our 

care...although, marriage turned out

 to be a bit of an eyes-opener!