With these eyes do I view the world;
a wondrous gift I have been given.
Everything I find pleasing can I view
and admire for its subtle, serene beauty.
Alas, my vision of beauty is not the world's
for each one looks from a different lens.
What could be said of love is bred with the sight?
How is it love, when it can't be right?
Lust comes forth upon looking with these eyes
as my innate nature breeds those sexual desires.
It is without a foundation; it sits on weak, shifting
I cannot love with just the eyes for it is incomplete
Lust is accompanied by many dangers, inciting men
to act irrationally.
Look upon a woman and admire her beauty, yet that
admiration is not complete love.
A piece is missing, the puzzle is unfinished; it is fragile
and shatters easily.
Blindly do men invite lust into their homes,
solely aiming to please their eyes.
They do not have respect for their fellow man;
selfishness is bred within them.
If I love at first sight, who is say it is love?
If I love with only the eyes, how will it be brought
These eyes I see with and can please, but, alas,
that pleasure, must I be wary of.