Love Oh Love, Blind Love Poem by shimon weinroth

you incline your head,
vessel which chambers, sweet thoughts,
tilting my senses to follow,
each posture a symphony of magic

the limpid orbs look out and grace my being,
warmth so friendly, provoke sensations to flow
a current of electric glows
chisled features framed in know,

cast images and forms, pleasant and joyful
the door to this world opens wide,
revealing pearly gates of smile,
beams and rays of light so profond

invaluable quantity and fine quality,
I am enchanted, so bewitched I cannot
discern right from left

' so true a fool is love, that in your will
though you do anything he thinks no ill'