Love caught my eyes and held them
so I had to look carefully at love
but noticed a greasy film spattered over it
I tried to scrub off the thick smudges
that tainted its clear sweetness
though nothing seemed to cut through
I felt love again and again
still, the stickiness repelled my touch
Not long ago, love had been unmuddied
by the never-to-be-prepared-for unthinkables
I thought it would always be shiny, glistening
like a just-cleaned window you could see straight through
Now, I just want love to let go of my eyes
until I can see more clearly
Heartspell 
Love they say is blinding…as your poem conveys.