I guess that many of us have experienced this in the past, blinded by love!
Sonnet CXXXVII
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold, and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes’ falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot,
Which my heart knows the wide world’s common place?
Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
And to this false plague are they now transferred.By William Shakespeare
Lois Elsden 
Lovely photo, lovely sonnet, but my mind distracted now with the mental image conjured up of a pair of eyeballs bobbing about in the bay! I think that was not what was meant…
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Oh no!!! now you’ve said that it’s there in my mind!! How hilarious!
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