The kingdom of being in love

In a kingdom of the blind,
maybe they're all just in love?

And they can see quite perfectly well.
It's not that they don't see the flaws.
It's that they don't see someone for what
they aren't, only for what they are. And find
it is beautiful.

And it is.

When the one-eyed man arrived, he
misunderstood something. He thought "this is great!
They can't see

that I have one eye!"

And he made himself king.

They loved him for that,
unconditionally. In the kingdom
of being in love, it's like everyone's blind
but they aren't. They're just looking

to see all the best that they've seen
in you, every time you've shown. They can see it
in you even when you don't, when you're not
at your best - because they know.

They have you known.

You find what you're looking for. Sometimes,
you find it by looking.

They don't even have
to try. It's too easy to see,
now they know. So they look at you,
with those eyes of love,

and you think they're blind. Oh no,

don't make that mistake. They're not. No way,

they're just trying to trick the emperor
into
another of those parades.