If looks or grand appearance,
Becomes the trigger for a spark,
Love may never blossom,
Much less grow in a heart

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This stanza sums up the entire idea behind your beautiful poem William.

Blessed are they that love by seeing with only the eyes of the heart.

Love blossoms when two hearts learn
to accept each other for who they are.
Looks and glamor plays no role when love
conquers all!

An interesting write/read. Keep penning!