O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
—Shakespeare
At first the eyes of love are blind. Everyone knows the lover sees only what they want to
See, fitting the mask of the ideal tightly over the face of the Beloved, as if they are in fact the
One True Love. But all lovers are merely human as we are, and one day the mask begins to
Slip. And the face in the mirror looks different than we expected, not like we imagine the
One True Love. (More like we are) And no longer is it possible to cloak human imperfection
With denial. Thus, begins the greater alchemy of love: transmuting baser substance into gold.
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