My love is blind
As if there is a bandage on my eyes,
It's like I'm blind and can't see anything.
My honey, there is such fire and cold ice,
Since there is a black square and a gold ring.
What is more important love or sexual freedom?
Belong to one person or be admired by many?
An opportunity to travel the world or a cozy home?
To be a hot desert or always to be rainy?
And each person sees better from his place,
And his opinion is the most important,
And everyone thinks he has a pretty face,
But in the human herd, he is a small ant.
In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
And to this false plague are they now transferred.*
* The last two lines from William Shakespeare's Sonnet 137. Thou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
23.07.01
P.S. Painting by Boris Vallejo
