This morning I was wondering where the phrase "love is blind" came from and so I looked it up. It's from Shakespeare's The Merchant Of Venice.

JESSICA: Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.

I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me,

For I am much ashamed of my exchange:

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

The pretty follies that themselves commit;

For if they could, Cupid himself would blush

To see me thus transformed to a boy.

Question: do you agree with Shakespeare that love blinds us to our follies? Of course it can, and has and probably will again, but does it always?

If we're seeing things perfectly clearly, can you still experience the dizzy, magical, head-in-the-heavens feelings of new love?