by Luis A. Estable
Today I`m sad; yes sad, my eyes did imply.
The heart can`t see; it`s true hidden it lives.
On human vision his love must rely.
My eyes quite spoke, her beauty one that gives.
It was not so; she was a thorn inside,
And poor my heart that followed my eyes` mood.
Now my emotions in my deeps collide,
And with a tear my error I conclude.
One has no eyes, trust what, my friend, the ear?
The voice deceives in crueller ways than sight.
The heart has pain in every instance near.
I say, "Poor heart," and feel it pain not right.
Who eyed a female with beauty outside
And did not have a heart that took her side.
Last updated October 17, 2014