In Love with a Blind Man

All but you can see my beauty;

All but you know I am innocent;

All with eyes are always looking;

I hate it that I loved a blind man.

 

I wonder the extent of tour blindness;

Yet you always see through my weakness;

Always blind to my rightness goodness;

I know you are blind to my good deeds.

 

Yes, through your blindness you see a liar;

Beyond your blind eyes is a weak woman;

Your hands and senses feel insensitivity;

I regret it that you are only blind to me.

 

In your blindness you have sight for others;

Your sight remains faithful to other women;

Constantly you see through the good deeds of them;

So bad you’ve remained blind to my presence.