Blind Man Poem by Germina Melius

I love the one with hopeful eyes,
Has never seen the light in me,
Though I change like a butterfly,
He only hears the things I see.
Went out today and found a sheep,
Said he preferred the one adrift.
Though it behaved we did not keep.
The one I love is a pricking rift.
I tried to hide my discontent.
He held my hands and his was cold.
I felt the anger in his comment.
My luminous eyes have grown old.
I love the man who wandered away,
see clearly the distance every day.