Is love blind?

So many things has been said in the name of love or should I say in praise of love? The only thing which poor or rich experience, black or white experience. The only language that has taught many people in vast different ways. As being forced to love, as arranged to love, and as choosing to love. We all have something to talk about "love" when trying to ask the young or old they all can't relate to its meaning. Women being raped and killed in the name of love. Hearts being broken and mended in the name of love. Marriages being built and set apart. All we see is love turning to hate. People promising what they can't keep, the same person who once said, "I will love you forever" turns to be the one seeking to take your life. Is love really blind? That we can't see it or we can choose to see it, not to see it. Well let me tell you how I came to this question "is love blind?"