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.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- A Death Song by William Morris
- To A Young Friend, On His Arriving At Cambridge Wet, When No Rain Had Fallen There by William Cowper
- I know our friendship wil never end by Miraj Patel
- The Tour by Sylvia Plath
- Олег Григорьев – Футбол
- Олег Бундур – Деревенская история
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 56. Томас Мур.
- The house where I was born (07) by Yves Bonnefoy
- The Other Side of Panic by Martina Reisz Newberry
- Hughley Steeple poem – A. E. Housman
- French Revolution, The (excerpt) by William Blake
- Анатолий Жигулин – Лисенок
- The Two Thieves; Or, The Last Stage Of Avarice by William Wordsworth
- Indications, The. by Walt Whitman
- The Cyclists poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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