Love is, but a vigilantly blind girl
She herself is a queen of feelings
Groomed and adorned in the castle of heart
Blind of favoritism and prejudice
Does she knows no color and age,
Majestic in her ancestry
Stands evenhanded true and firm
Love is, but a colorblind queen
For knowing color and creed is greed
Yet age is no exception, love knows no age
She is judiciously blind in her choice.
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