Should Love Be Blind?

Grind my feeble bones to dust! 
My lover’s quarrel must be brought to heel, 
Love need not be born of lust. 
  
My affections are oft met with sneers of disgust, 
My clueless love I seek to steal. 
Grind my feeble bones to dust. 
  
Appearances are lauded, a handsome face a must, 
To receive good grace I pray and kneel, 
Love need not be born of lust. 
  
They ought to close their eyes and trust 
A personality is a far heartier meal, 
Grind my feeble bones to dust. 
  
My fiery passion and intent robust, 
I prepare myself and harden heart to steel. 
Love need not be born of lust. 
  
My blood boils and I am content with its ringing peal, 
But I cry out and long for my lover’s sweet, delighted squeal. 
Grind my feeble bones to dust. 
Love need not be born of lust.