But who said love is blind
Who said it knows not borders and class
That no one knows from where it comes
Just as where it later goes
Time has disputed this successfully

Love has eyes that sees the poor and rich
It knows borders of struggle and affluence
Love lives in bank accounts
And goes where money goes
Dies with dying accounts

No, time is wrong again,
Love is blind in other creation
Not in human beings
Not in social classes
Not in colours and races
Not in societal status,
Like begets like sums it up
And love is handed in down generation
What a big freedom in pollination!