My eyes were made to see with,
What if they are deceived?
Whoes’s fault is it?
Who do they blame?
The red roses in the flowerbeds?
The pink blossom of the tree?
My naive heart?
Your devious nature?
There are many other flowers,
None are acceptable.
What are the eyes to do?
What are the eyes to do?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem