Song of Solomon 4:7
You are altogether beautiful, my love;
there is no flaw in you.
Love is not blind, it is benevolent. It is not ignorant of imperfection, it is rather insistent upon its preference. It can sincerely say that it finds no flaw in the object of its affection because its very choice provides cover enough to conceal a multitude of flaws.
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