Look before you love-
I‘ve always been told,
Yet when I
Explore your figure-
And study the blemishes
On an imperfect face-
The clothing you choose,
(Torn and soot saturated)
Eyes wrinkled with fatigue,
I’m filled with my
Own cynical observations.
Love blinds,
(So it is said)
Yet what if love
Is choosing to simply
Shut one’s eyes to preference,
Voluntarily?
To call every man neighbor
By duty.
When I gaze at something
So powerful as the sun-
I shut my eyes as to not
Cause hurt to myself.
I shall do the same
For love, and for others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem