Ali Zandi
January 12, 2005
iranian.com
The purest form of love
Is the love of a blind man
Who knows not the beauty of one
Nor the ugliness of another
Only the scent of compassion
Engraved in our souls
The purest form of love
Is the love of a blind man
Who knows not the race of one
Nor the color of another
Only the essence of generosity
Embracing our hearts
The purest form of love
Is the love of a blind man
Who sees not the scars of one
Nor the wrinkles of another
Only the value of affection
Enclosing our spirits as one
The purest form of love
Is the love of a blind man
Who sees not the materials of one
Nor the neediness of another
Only the offerings of support
Emerging only from other blind men