That magical thing about love…
.
Allegedly, love is also blind
(it knows no colour, and is “no respecter of persons)”
it transcends time and space
(i.e. it’s timeless, ageless, and universal)
it knows no postal code or income bracket
or popularity index (it’s classless)
and it’s certainly not limited
by I.Q., BMI, shoe-size, or
the number of natural teeth
one may or may not still possess…
Who, being loved, is poor?
—Oscar Wilde
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