Love is legally blind.

Love can distinguish colors and shapes,

Can get by with coke-bottle glasses,

But it can't always read the signs.

I wouldn't recommend giving It the car keys.

Love is color blind.

It cannot see the red dot amongst the green ones;

It's all shades of grey to Love.

It can't pick your heart out

from all the other blurry, washed-out lumps of flesh.

It's all a guessing game,

Which is why some lovers have looked Polaroid perfect from Day One,

While others look terribly wrong

No matter how coordinated their matching track suits are.

It's why sometimes Cupid is armed with a repeating crossbow,

And other times he brandishes a lawn dart with a safety tip.

Some days Love wouldn't know Love

If Love got bit on the love handle.

I guess what I'm saying is that sometimes

Love needs a push in the right direction.

That's why the universe gave us horoscopes,

Singles ads, and cute outfits.

Why we have red wine, romantic subplots, and gas station roses.

I have to believe Love's radar is better than mine.

I see it shuffling slowly,

Bumping off walls,

Tripping up curbs.

If I stand right here,

Love will find me eventually .

I can wait.