Love is not blind. i see with single eye your ugliness and other women’s grace. i know the imperfection of your face, the eyes too wide apart, the brow too high for beauty. learned from earliest youth am i in loveliness, and cannot so erase its letters from my mind, that i may trace you faultless, i must love until i die. more subtle is the sovereignty of love: so am i caught that when i say, “not fair,” ‘tis but as if i said, “not here—not there not risen—not writing letters.” well i know what is this beauty men are babbling of; i wonder only why they prize it so. source: millay, edna st. vincent. "love is not blind." sonnets. org. sonnet central, n. d. web. 17 may 2011. which rhyme scheme does this poem use?