Love's Blindness by Alfred Austin

Love's Blindness by Alfred Austin

Now do I know that Love is blind, for I

Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth,

No life, no light, no hopefulness, no mirth,

Pleasure nor purpose, when thou art not nigh.

Thy absence exiles sunshine from the sky,

Seres Spring's maturity, checks Summer's birth,

Leaves linnet's pipe as sad as plover's cry,

And makes me in abundance find but dearth.

But when thy feet flutter the dark, and thou

With orient eyes dawnest on my distress,

Suddenly sings a bird on every bough,

The heavens expand, the earth grows less and less,

The ground is buoyant as the ether now,

And all looks lovely in thy loveliness.

Alfred Austin: Victorian

My Understanding of this poem and love:

 Love is like a bright city light, a light with its own gravity, love is like a star that is borderline black hole, and you're standing at the event horizon doing everything thing in your power to felicitate a gentle slip. A gentle glide into that infinite yet finite existence. Then you are broken down into the most simplistic form of yourself, energy.