My love is blind

As if there is a bandage on my eyes,

It's like I'm blind and can't see anything.

My honey, there is such fire and cold ice,

Since there is a black square and a gold ring.

What is more important love or sexual freedom?

Belong to one person or be admired by many?

An opportunity to travel the world or a cozy home?

To be a hot desert or always to be rainy?

And each person sees better from his place,

And his opinion is the most important,

And everyone thinks he has a pretty face,

But in the human herd, he is a small ant.

In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,

And to this false plague are they now transferred.*

* The last two lines from William Shakespeare's Sonnet 137. Thou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyes

23.07.01

P.S. Painting by Boris Vallejo